In the lounge, Gwen curled up in Tegan’s embrace, crying silently. Tegan gently stroked her smooth black hair, sighing softly. “If you really like him, I’ll help you talk to him.”

Gwen sobbed quietly, “Dad will say you’re being rebellious.”

Tegan paused for a moment, then replied, “Your brother will help me, won’t he?”

Gwen clung to Tegan, continuing to cry softly. She remembered that today was Yeager’s full moon celebration and decided to cry for just a little while. After all, who hasn’t shed tears in their youth?

At that moment, there was a knock at the door.

From the sound of it, the person outside had a very refined aura. Tegan immediately guessed who it was; it certainly wasn’t her husband. She gently rubbed Gwen’s head. “I’ll go answer it.”

When Tegan opened the door, as expected, it was Zion standing outside.

The two locked eyes, and after a moment of silence, Tegan calmly spoke, “You two talk.”

Zion nodded.

In the quiet lounge, the soft sound of Gwen’s crying fill