Watching the pink-haired maid leave the room, Astrid slowly withdrew her gaze and looked at Amalia by the bed.
"Sister~"
Amalia narrowed her eyes, pressing her hands on her nightgown, her tender white calves slightly swaying, her voice gentle.
"What were you two talking about just now..."
"Why did Miss Lyra ask you... about someone you like..."
Could it be... that Lyra had her draw to separate her from her sister and have some alone time...
Amalia originally thought this, but then reconsidered. Based on the impression Lyra usually left her, the other party didn't seem like someone who could consider such a thing.
She must be overthinking it... Not everyone is as dark as her...
Feeling that the cold and aloof girl on the bed was a bit jealous, Astrid stood up, walked over, leaned forward, bent her knees, and gave Amalia a gentle hug.
The latter, smelling the fragrance of her hair, also reached out and hugged Astrid's back.
