It had been a long time since I had ventured out in a carriage so late at night.
Sir Howard Interfield, the distinguished knight, proved himself not only an excellent horseman but also a skilled carriage driver. I deliberately gazed out the window, forcing my thoughts elsewhere.
While contemplating Howard's remarkably steady driving, I found myself unconsciously studying Edwin's reflection in the glass. I could not bring myself to look directly at his face—at Edwin, who sat across from me.
The moment I looked at him, I felt I would recall the expression he had shown me earlier...
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