"You really want to know?" Sandra asked with an annoyed expression, her eyes narrowing as she stared at Aether.
He had even gone so far as to take a chair and position himself away from the bed, sitting there with an expectant look as he nodded.
"Of course," Aether replied without hesitation, his gaze locked onto Sandra, who was clearly hesitating about something.
Sandra took a deep breath, as if gathering the courage to speak, before saying, "Well... his name is Snape... Everyone calls him Master Snape... After my mother's death, he was the one who lit up the darkness in my life... he came into my worl—"
"Wait, wait, wait! Hold on a second! Is this your love story? Because if it is, I'm truly sorry, but I have no interest in hearing it!.... I'll really get jealous!" Aether suddenly raised his hand, cutting her off with a dramatic expression of protest.