As Astrid was tutoring her maid on elemental theory, in the castle, Amalia sat alone in front of her easel, holding a brush, staring at the canvas for a long time without moving.
Although she tried her best not to let her thoughts wander, the accidental discovery from this morning still lingered in her mind like a small pebble in her boot, constantly irritating her and making it hard to concentrate.
That strand of hair... whose was it...
As an artist, Amalia was extremely sensitive to color differences. She could clearly distinguish the subtle difference between silver and white, and it was hard for her to deceive herself.
If that silver hair really belonged to Astrid, why was it on her bed?
Could it be... that Livia brought it over...
Thinking of the unclear relationship between Astrid and Livia, Amalia lowered her eyes, feeling a pang in her heart.
