Yarin's POV:
Spil was omnipresent; he said he wouldn't appear before others but would watch from afar to prevent any danger.
I found that this nature's child was sotis too straightforward and simple. Helplessly, I said, "Don't be so nervous, buddy. Aunt Carolyn is a good person and is less dangerous than Maxine when she hasn't had lunch."
"I can hear you." Maxine, lying on the sofa pretending to doze off, lazily swayed her silver tail.
It wasn't even noon yet, but Cynthia hurriedly dragged Heller and to the garden. We sat on the lush green grass, and Cynthia was busy crafting with fresh flowers and long grass while we beca her tools for picking flowers.
Heller's vision was gradually recovering, and he could vaguely see the colors of things, but he still couldn't accurately make out the shape of a flower or a blade of grass.
So, after he mistook a fifth blade of grass for a hibiscus, Cynthia finally couldn't take it anymore and said, "Sit down, you little blind guy. Next ti, I'll find another way to bring you out to enjoy the sun."
Heller sat down, grumbling, "You make it sound nice, but you're actually here to wait for Aunt Carolyn, aren't you..."
"Both things aren't contradictory. We're just killing ti, right?" Cynthia playfully tossed a necklace made of African daisies and delphinium around, and it gracefully landed on Heller's slightly sweaty neck, like a ga of ring-toss at an amusent park.
After finishing the flower necklace, Cynthia stopped and picked up steaming hot cocoa. She didn't like the cold season, saying, "It makes my structure stiff."
Don't ask how fresh flowers were still in the garden in the dead of winter; the answer is magic altering life.
We spent the entire morning doing nothing, and when we heard the sound of car wheels crushing the asphalt in the distance, we got excited and jumped up, running toward the gate. "Be careful, the snow is slippery!" Grandma's voice ca from behind.
A young woman stepped out of the black car, dressed in a tank top and hot pants. She had a head of gorgeous platinum blonde hair tied up in a high ponytail with a pure white silk ribbon, and she was wearing a pair of completely transparent high heels, showcasing the dazzling gem anklet on her slender ankle.
She was the only daughter of the Southern Duke, Carolyn.
Taking off the green-to-gradient sunglasses on her face, Carolyn smiled and opened her arms, bending down to say cheerfully, "Good afternoon, children. Have you missed ?"
Cynthia cheered and rushed into Aunt Carolyn's embrace ahead of everyone else.
"Aunt Carolyn, I missed you so much! You look so beautiful today!"
"Thank you, my little princess." Aunt Carolyn kissed each of Cynthia's cheeks, held her up and waved at us. "Yarin, Heller, you both have grown into handso young n; it's really gratifying."
Heller and I were no longer little children, so even though we were excited, we didn't rashly throw ourselves into a lady's arms.
"Welco back, Aunt Carolyn." I hugged her gently, and then it was Heller's turn.
Aunt Carolyn soon noticed that sothing was wrong with Heller, and when she learned that he was temporarily blind for so reason, she felt sorry for him and hugged him, patting his head.
She led us into the courtyard, where my family was already waiting. Aunt Carolyn elegantly bowed and slyly said, "Greetings, esteed mbers of the royal family, please forgive this country bumpkin for intruding uninvited."
"Oh, co on, Carolyn. If the Southern Pack is considered a country bumpkin place, then I guess there's no more prosperous city in the world," my mom playfully scolded her, pulling her into a warm embrace. "Welco back, dear. I hope you had a smooth journey outside."
"Of course, everything went incredibly smoothly. The human world is amazing; sotis, it feels like one day changes three tis, making miss life at ho. So, I decided to co back."
"Of course, the hotown will always welco a returning wanderer," my mom said joyfully. The happiest one was my grandma, who, like all elderly elders, had an unconditional fondness for the younger generation. She hugged Carolyn for a long ti and said, "I wish Lennon could co a little later. Otherwise, I might have to return soone's daughter!"
The courtyard was peaceful, and I noticed an undisguised gaze not far away, finding that it was Spil hiding in the woods.
Strangely, ever since he ca to this world, he had appeared to people in his wolf form. But now, he had turned back into that handso young man, his clear eyes holding a tender look. His lips moved, and I carefully deciphered it, seemingly saying - my love.
My love?
Whose? Did I see it wrong? Or was Spil referring to soone among this group of people? Following his gaze, I secretly looked over.
Under the sunlight, Aunt Carolyn was smiling brightly.
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