"Haah."

Rosaline Wenford let out a deep sigh as she wandered through the brightly blooming academy courtyard, filled with vibrant flowers.

At this time of day, she would usually be at Café Blanc Les Roises, sipping coffee with her best friend, Diana.

But recently, nothing seemed to hold her attention.

‘Why have I lost my appetite lately?’

She felt melancholic, her chest ached, and she couldn’t even sleep well at night. These symptoms had persisted ever since she had started working with her junior on the role of Farewell My Concubine.

‘...Balthazar.’

He had once just been a close junior, …