“Hmm… Where’s Asa?”
Still holding onto the door handle, Avira tilted her head slightly, her misty eyes looking in confusion at the maid standing across from her.
The maid froze momentarily as if unable to immediately figure out who “Asa” was.
“Please, follow me.”
After a brief pause, she realized that Liang Manchu must be referring to Young Boss Asake. Bowing slightly, she led Avira Nassy downstairs.
Under the night sky, the Asake’s family estate appeared dreamlike, bathed in soft, ethereal lighting.
The maid guided her down a side path lined with red flowers stretching from one end of the lush greenery to the other. The vibrant scarlet blooms, as rich as blood, were even more striking and bewitching in the darkness.
Beautiful…
Roses really were an exceptionally beautiful flower.
Yet when they wrapped around you so densely, there was a haunting allure to their beauty…
Just like Asake, that enigmatic boy.
One could never truly guess what lay in the depths of his heart.
Her thoughts drifted with the night breeze, and the rhythm of steady, deliberate beats suddenly reached her ears.
The sound moved freely with the wind, echoing unrestrainedly in the air.
Thump, thump. Rhythmic, like the beat of a heart…
Sometimes quick, sometimes slow, but always pulsing with strength—that was the sound of a basketball bouncing on the ground!
The maid had stopped walking, bowed respectfully, and then retreated.
Drawn by the sound, Avira walked forward step by step.
The breeze picked up, sweeping up the fallen petals, making them dance in the air, soft and red like the lace ribbon on her wrist—delicate, elegant, and beautiful.
Then, she saw him.
Beneath a sky full of stars, moonlight fell like strands of silken thread on the silver-white court.
The scent of roses seemed to fill the entire world.
Asake’s tall figure stood illuminated by moonlight and the shimmer of water, black petals brushing against his dark hair. His violet eyes, misty and deep, looked almost enchanted, like a butterfly flying towards flames, its wings shattering in the air.
He leapt with an utterly flawless form, suspending in the air with a frightening grace, before forcefully dunking the ball into the hoop!
She had never realized that watching someone play basketball alone could be so breathtakingly beautiful.
The way he exuded that regal aura, wrapped in a luxuriously extravagant elegance, seemed enough to make the night itself swoon.
Asake Bull…
His beauty was always breathtaking, a dazzling light that shone so fiercely it made everything else lose its color.
Avira quietly watched him.
She seemed to see a mist surrounding him, delicate glimmers of light that followed the black feathers of his wings, shaping the entire world around him.
That was his basketball…
Beautiful…
Dangerous…
And something that, like a king’s dominion, could sweep everything away.
Asake dribbled the ball gracefully across the moonlit court.
The ball seemed to cling to his hand, unwilling to break free, captivated by the warmth of his touch.
Reaching the far side of the court, he leaned back effortlessly, clasping the basketball with both hands and throwing it towards the hoop.
The ball spun steadily under the moonlight, soaring so high it seemed it might brush the moon itself, yet it moved with an unstoppable precision towards the net.
