Bicky! Yes! His relationship with her is good!” Johnson’s eyes lit up as he suddenly thought of this point.
“Quick! Quick bring Bicky here! No… Maid! First, bring her for a bath…”
After seeking approval from Leylin, Johnson scampered off and ran into a large hall, screaming at an acolyte that was sprawled on the floor.
After which, Johnson put on a flattering smile as he bowed towards Leylin. “My Lord, do you have any other orders?”
Looking at his shameless behaviour, Leylin was somewhat speechless.
After all, this was Bicky’s family; he could not do things to the extremes.
After Johnson accompanied Leylin in trepidation for another dozen minutes or so, Leylin finally got to see Bicky.
Bicky had apparently gone for grooming; her hair even had water droplets which had not been dried properly. She wore a white gown, her expression, however, did not seem very well, having huge eye bags and dark circles around her eyes.
“You… You’re Leylin?!”
Bicky looked at Leylin who stood there unyieldingly and then at her family head who was smiling obsequiously, suddenly feeling dizzy as she tried to connect the dots…