Leo stood in front of Lucien, his posture composed, but his exhausted appearance couldn't be hidden. The dark circles beneath his eyes, the redness around them, and the unnatural paleness of his face told a story he desperately wanted to keep buried. There Stood beside Lucien, Elara's gaze lingered on him. The moment her eyes met his, memories from the previous night flooded her mind like an unstoppable tide. The Moonveil Garden... The moonlight... Leo standing beneath the silver blossoms... And the unknown man who had kissed him so passionately. Even now, she couldn't convince herself that what she had witnessed was real. Countless times she had wondered if she should confront Leo, ask him who that man was, or demand an explanation. But every time the thought surfaced, she forced herself to bury it. It isn't my place. No matter how much the truth unsettled her, Leo's personal life was none of her business. Meanwhile, Theo stood in complete silence. Unlike Elara, his thoug
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