Lady Silver Lily was standing in the hallway at midnight. Behind her, there was a huge mirror. It was a smooth, clean, full-length mirror that glittered softly with moonlight. The reflection showed only her straight back, a ray of moonlight, and her ponytail. She looked like a lonely island floating on a dark sea.0

“You’re quiet, and you look troubled. You’re an open book. I can read you even at night—that’s why I can tell that this is your first time.”0

First time?0

My heart was palpitating with anxiety. Why was Lady Silver Lily acting so friendly? A cold and indifferent sword to everyone. The moon of the Ivansia family. She… had no reason to be kind to me, the butler of Lady Goldencup. There should be no reason.0

“… I kept my silence because I didn’t know what to say. If I was rude, please forgive me. My lord, am I… dreaming? Did you appear in my dream?”0

My question drew a smile from Lady Silver Lily, but it was strange—it felt like a scar.0

“That’s an interesting question,” she replied. “Yes, your dream swallowed up my life. I now realize that love is dedicating your life to someone else’s dream.”0

What was she talking about?0

“Now I’m your dream, and you’re my life. We call this exchange of our dreams and lives our love.”0

What was she talking about? I truly didn’t understand. There were many other things I didn’t know.0

Lady Silver Lily offered me that scarred smile again. “But I don’t think you meant that in such a romantic way, so I’ll give you a serious...0