After all, in her perspective, only she knew what had really happened.
But from the faintly reddened corners of her eyes, one could still see the traces of tears.
Such a strong individual.
As Lynn chewed on the soft white bread, Tiya spoke softly, "Louise has mentioned before that there is a bakery in the Lower City North District with good flavors. I've been here several times before, but they were always sold out, today we're lucky."
"It's delicious."
Lynn complimented.
Who knew Tiya would shake her head: "Actually, in terms of taste and flavor, it's far from the craftsmanship of the Church. It's just that having heard so much about it from others, I've built unnecessary expectations in my heart, so at the moment of tasting it, I feel a bit disillusioned."
Her words sounded like a complaint, yet they seemed to harbor some deeper meaning.
Lynn was caught off guard and could only bury himself in eating.