Queen Ylaya lifted her foot, slowly turned around, and gazed at the figure seated quietly on the stage. Her pupils shrank, and her lips trembled uncontrollably...
This sound, as if coming from a distant horizon, passed through her ears, through the pores of her skin, burrowing into her body, shaking open the untouchable forbidden place buried deep within her.
Who is she?
Why is she playing this song? The melody from deep within gradually overlapped, with no deviation.
Her heart almost stopped beating, and she held her breath, her eyes locked tightly on Arabella Vanderbilt, unwilling to blink even once.
"Your Majesty the Queen..."
Lia noticed the unusual behavior of Queen Ylaya and stepped forward, worryingly patting her.
Gasping for breath, Queen Ylaya's body softened, nearly stumbling to the ground.
Fortunately, both Lia and Beverly supported her.
Seeing the way the Queen looked at Arabella, Beverly felt a growing unease in her heart.
