Ronan unconsciously searched for Vinicia.
The girl stood under a yellow pine tree, about seven or eight meters away from Ronan, her head hanging so low it almost buried into her chest, incessantly pulling at the hem of her robe with both hands.
She appeared utterly mortified and self-reproachful.
When she felt Ronan's gaze on her, Vinicia's face turned red all the way to her neck.
Not to mention, though Vinicia's face and hands were dark and rough, the small section of skin visible below her collarbone dazzled with whiteness, like the milk they drank in the morning.
Seeing Vinicia like this, Ronan was somewhat speechless.
He was angry mainly because the academy had stopped enrolling new students, completely disrupting his next steps.
His mind was in disarray, further compounded by the rude and disdainful real estate agent.
It had absolutely nothing to do with Vinicia; he didn't originally expect the girl to handle the complicated task of finding a house.
"Of course not."
