Cry , Even better if you , beg

Kyle led Leyla to a terrace connected to the rose garden. As the tumultuous and colorful atmosphere of the party faded from a distance, Leyla finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thanks, Kyle. Thank you so much."

Leyla thanked while leaning against the marble railing. She thought Kyle would laugh, but he somehow looked austere.

"Kyle?"

"Why are you holding it in?"

"Huh?"

"They're dragging you around like a spectacle. Why are you staying still? You're not like the prideful and clever Leyla Lewellin that I know of."

"Who cares."

Unlike Kyle, who was unusually furious, Leyla simply smiled.

"They're not wrong. I am an orphan, I am indebted to Uncle Bill, and I am planning to become a teacher."

"I really don't get you."