Creed turned around, a small but genuine smile tugging at his lips. He had already recognized the voice, but seeing her in person still brought a warm flicker of surprise.
Sure enough, walking towards him with a bright, cheerful expression was Layla—a beautiful blue-haired girl with equally striking blue eyes, standing at about fifteen years old.
She was dressed simply, yet the high-quality fabric of her outfit made it clear that she came from a wealthy and powerful family.
Her hair, long and silky, swayed as she moved, and her delicate features held an excited glow as she approached him.
Creed's smile widened as he watched her, a strange sense of familiarity settling in his chest.
Their relationship was something that could only be described as fate. It was one of those rare bonds that felt like destiny had gone out of its way to connect them, as if some invisible force had tied their lives together.
