Chapter 172: Their Blooming Feelings
Aldrian looked at Sylphia’s beautiful face and without saying anything he canceled his disguise technique. His long red hair, like fiery flames, draped across her thighs, and his blue eyes became clearer, like the surface of the sea, reflecting her face. She was stunned as she finally saw the true appearance of this young man.
What Sylphia saw was a strikingly handsome man. Although his disguised form was already attractive, this true appearance was even more captivating and attention-grabbing due to his vibrant red hair, which would surely draw people’s eyes. She gazed at him intently, engraving his face into her memory as she began to speak.
"You’re better this way. Why do you have to hide this face of yours? Is there something that makes you keep such a handsome face hidden?" she asked, touching his face unconsciously.
"Well, there are many things that are easier to do in disguise. It’s still not the right time for me to reveal my face to the world—it would bring countless problems that could be detrimental to my future plans," he replied.
"You’re right. I just think it’s a shame that this face has to be hidden from the world." She smiled, feeling her cheeks burn with shyness at how bluntly she’d said it to him.
Aldrian wondered what had come over Sylphia today—she seemed much braver than usual. Although he liked this side of her, he was curious about what was on her mind.
"Would you mind telling me, Sylphia? What is it that you want to say? What’s weighing on your mind?" Aldrian asked, his voice gentle and reassuring. She was silent for a moment, but after taking a deep breath, she looked at him and spoke.
"To tell you the truth, after what happened today and hearing from the Sword Saint about what you did, I realized something. You never seem to take a moment to let go of the burden on your shoulders, to just stop—without anything weighing on your mind. Your thoughts seem different from others, you always keep them to yourself. You wander off on your own, without me or any of us, your friends knowing. You’re like a lonely warrior, even in the midst of comrades. I worry about you, Aldrian. Can you just stop for a moment and enjoy your surroundings? To see that you have friends you can count on? To trust them—or at least, to trust me?" she said.
"Isn’t it better to have many hands helping you, rather than relying on just your own? You’re not a god, after all." She looked into his clear blue eyes, worry reflected on her face.