As her gaze swept over a group of male Deer Clan members, her eyes suddenly caught on someone in the distance.
Miles Astor.
He was standing under an ancient tree, holding a slender vine in his hand.
As he lifted his head, he happened to lock eyes with her.
Miles Astor had been secretly watching her all along.
Now that their eyes met, his heart tightened abruptly.
Had she just... been looking at me?
Or was it just an accidental glance?
He couldn't tell, nor did he dare to think deeply about it.
Could there still be hope?
Miles's pupils suddenly contracted.
His breath paused slightly.
Maybe she wasn't truly indifferent?
Maybe she just hasn't met the right person?
As soon as this thought arose, he couldn't sit still any longer.
Miles Astor suddenly stood up from his seat.
He ignored the curious glances from a few nearby clan members.
He hastily walked towards Seraphina Caldwell.
Meanwhile, Seraphina Caldwell had long grown tired of the tribeswomen's coquettish antics.
