Under the old rosebuds, a little girl sits with knees hugged tightly to her chest, her small shoulders trembling with each sob.
"Lory?" Stephan called her gently as he crouched down beside her.
She sobbed, paused, then she raised her little head, her beautiful purple eyes were glassy from tears, and dirt smudging her pink cheeks. For a moment, she didn't say anything, just staring at Stephan sadly.
The truth is, Stephan never liked children before to the point he even considered whether he ever liked his own child if he ever got one. That is way, he had no interest to starting a family. The joke on him, though.
However, seeing the little girl cry made his heart ache so much. He didn't know why he cared so much about her — and not just her, but also her little brother, Lucas. Maybe it was because they were Lucient, but even so, it surprised him.
