Coming out onto the balcony, Alice took a deep breath, greedily inhaling the fresh air.
The room filled with alcohol, perfume, and smoke almost suffocated her.
"Ah!"
Alice sighed, her delicate face full of sorrow.
"So young, where did all this melancholy come from?"
Ning Fan shook his head, noticing that Alice kept sighing without speaking, so he asked proactively, "Alice, do you have something on your mind?"
"No... no."
Seeing the flustered Alice, Ning Fan couldn't help but tease, "Your worries are all written on your face."
"Really?"
Seeing Alice adorably touching her cheek, Ning Fan finally couldn't hold back his laughter.
"Annoying, you only know how to tease people."
Alice pouted playfully, her inner sorrow lifted significantly.
"Are you thinking about your boyfriend?"
"No, don't say that."
Saying this, Alice glanced anxiously at the balcony door, fearing Andrew would hear.
"Don't worry. The Duke can't hear our conversation."
