"Yeah. I don't like anything related to the art of tea. My family forced me to learn it and that's why I traveled overseas to complete my education. I don't want to listen to them anymore," Juliet chatted with Avery, all the while focusing on her true intention.

Avery was unlike anything she had imagined before. From the looks of it, Avery did not appear to be a horrible person.

"Juliet, would it be okay for me to ask about the scars on your wrist?" Avery had taken a few glanced at her wrists and realized that they were marks of attempted suicide.

Juliet had not expected Avery to pay attention to her wrist and felt uncomfortable at the question. "I got into a huge fight with my family when I decided to come to Aryadelle to study. My father didn't want me to study abroad," she said calmly. "Sometimes, there's a price to pay when you want something. These were my prices in exchange for my freedom."

Avery nodded, imagining the scene of Juliet cutting her own wrist.

"I sympathize with