Carian saw the regret in her eyes, blinked gently, and offered her a word of comfort.
"Actually… you don't have to feel regret. Maybe that kind gentleman has already received your thanks."
"Thank you for comforting me, Lady Carian." Erin smiled, pulled herself together again, and looked at Prince Colin, who had fallen quiet from exhaustion. Her gaze softened as she went on, "I have nothing to regret… because…"
She had probably thought of some "brilliant" line of romantic banter again, but she was far too easily embarrassed; the words reached her lips and still refused to come out.
Carian's face carried an ambiguous smile, her gentle eyes seemingly saying, "I get you."
There was even a hint of "May the Lord bless you" in it.
What a delightfully twisted woman.
Luo Yan realized that he seemed to be running into an unusual number of "delightfully twisted people" today.
Poor Erin was being toyed with in the palm of this cunning country girl's hand and had no idea at all.
