The rolling charcoal exposed its rough edges in the brightly burning stove, crackling and dancing hand in hand with the flames in an enchanting manner.
"Hmm hm~ Hehe."
Turing's mouth curved into a smile as she nestled in the rocking chair, cradling a violin in her arms, seemingly lost in silly amusement.
In Mrs. Marianne's music class, Turing never needed to practice, unlike Yorkshire who diligently honed her skills on the piano. Turing simply accompanied Merka and Yorkshire on the violin whenever they practiced together.
According to Mrs. Marianne, Turing's skill level was already enough to be a master, so she didn't need to practice, just studying alongside would suffice.
"Sister, why are you so happy?"
Yorkshire paused her piano playing and inquired about Turing's cheerful mood.
The darkness of the night descended from the dome ceiling, transforming into ripples of reflections like shimmering lake waves under the swaying lights in the slightly rough and dim room.
The profound nocturne was like a small black cat sneaking quietly to the edge of the window, elegantly stretching its body, extending its claws, trembling as it arched its back, swaying its tail – a tender posture lulling one to sleep.
"Do you see any changes in me today?"
Turing cheekily asked Yorkshire.
The old light bulb above flickered intermittently, causing Merka, who was already making little progress practicing organ, to feel a bit annoyed by the slightly dazzling light and stand up to head to the storage room without knowing what to do.
Outside the door, the sound of Jose chopping wood collided with the sounds of metal against nature's lowly creatures, echoing from afar, adding a hint of secretive fragrance to the tranquil night.
"Uh... I... I didn't notice."
"Is it the dress? Did you wear a black dress today, sister?"
"No, you wore a black dress yesterday too."
Seeing Yorkshire's perplexed expression, Turing shook her head.
"Oh dear, not that."
"Guess again."
Turing tilted her face up, casually placing a hand in a noticeable spot on the table.
"Uh, is there a change in your makeup?"
"But, sister, you are naturally beautiful, you rarely wear makeup."
Yorkshire clearly didn't grasp Turing's intention, her gaze fixed on Turing's body and cheeks.
However, no matter how hard she stared, Yorkshire couldn't see anything different.
Shortly after, Merka returned with Mrs. Marianne, carrying tools to fix the light.
Only Merka knew a bit about modern machines, so the task of repairing the light naturally fell to her.
"Girls, I'm going to fix the light, I'll have to turn off the power for a while later."
Merka informed Turing and Yorkshire.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Marianne had used magic to lift a ladder and was calmly positioning it under the swaying light bulb.
Turing and Yorkshire nodded in acknowledgment and immediately returned to their guessing game.
"I really can't guess, can't figure it out."
"The light will go out soon, then I won't be able to see you, sister."
"Then, I won't be able to guess anymore."
"Sis, why don't you give me a hint now."
Watching Yorkshire pondering deeply, Turing raised an eyebrow, smiled helplessly, and held up her right hand in front of Yorkshire.
"Can you see this new nail polish of mine?"
"Oh!"
Before Turing could finish, Yorkshire quickly caught on.
"Where did you get this new ring from, sis?"
"Are you... Are you two engaged?"
Yorkshire was direct and quick to express the possibility that came to mind as soon as she saw the shiny ring.
Although this ring might not hold much significance in Yorkshire's own small collection, it was a ring worn by Turing Altria!
Just based on this, the ring was enough to be considered a priceless treasure in Yorkshire's heart.
"But, sis. Engagement rings are worn on the middle finger, not the ring finger."
Patiently listening to Yorkshire finish, Turing pursed her lips, but obediently moved the diamond ring to her middle finger.
"I know, I just... need to get used to it."
Pouting, Turing seemed slightly displeased with Yorkshire's blunt reminder.
"I'm going to turn off the light now, the room will be dark for a while."
"Oh, okay."
"Mm."
Watching Merka busy beside her, the room suddenly plunged into darkness. After a moment of contemplation, Yorkshire seemed to think of something and eagerly asked Turing.
"Sis, while it's dark... shall we talk about some private matters?"
