Countless thoughts flashed through Leonard Churchill’s mind, the Ti Rules at this mont were so complex that they tangled his thoughts like a ss.
Without thinking much, he wandered around the tree house once and then jumped down the Black Fir.
Walking along the gravel road, he soon arrived at the small chapel with stained glass.
It was exactly the sa as in his mory, with roses blooming in full glory on the white walls.
As he was thinking, a "click" sound and a flash of magnesium white light appeared.
A couple dressed in wedding attire walked out of the chapel, with a photographer behind them capturing images with a cara.
Leonard Churchill saw the couple from his mory, suddenly realizing the tiline he was in, and an inexplicable anticipation filled his eyes.
Sure enough, not long after, he saw a young man in a white suit and a cheerful girl in a floral dress approaching the chapel hand in hand.
"When I was little, I thought the haystacks in this garden were so tall, like a maze, and if you walked in you’d get lost..."
"Isn’t this swan fountain ugly? Haha, so fat and clumsy..."
"Co on, let’s go to the little chapel, I think it’s the prettiest place in the manor."
"This manor was once the residence of a duke from the Orlan Dynasty, originally had a nice na, called ’Safflower Manor.’ ’Safflower’ ans rose."
"Originally there were many roses in the manor... but the adults said roses weren’t prestigious enough, so over the years, many have been removed, and other prestigious varieties planted..."
The girl seed very talkative, chatting happily as she walked.
Suddenly, the girl in the floral dress exclaid: "Wow~ Soone’s taking pictures too~"
Saying this, she looked at the young man beside her expectantly and asked, "Leonard Churchill, do you want to take a photo together?"
The young man in the suit agreed cheerfully: "Sure."
Saying this, the two of them walked to the front of the small chapel, looking at the cara.
The young girl held the young man’s hand, smiling to reveal two rows of neat white teeth.
"Click!"
The shutter pressed down, and the scene was frozen in ti.
...
Leonard Churchill looked at the scene before him, seeing that silly girl from his mory appear once more, and he felt a moistness at the corner of his eye, murmuring softly: "I ca to see you, Miss Anne..."
Last ti, he traveled here using a stamp, as if soone had scribbled and anded what was originally written in a book.
But this ti, Leonard Churchill observed from the perspective of an observer, leafing through that book called Ti.
In ti, he saw that girl and also saw himself back then.
At that mont, Leonard deeply understood the words of the Witch Griffith: Ti is relative.
The people in front of the chapel did not notice the addition of one more person, and Leonard did not intend to disrupt that beauty.
There were countless tis Leonard thought about, if he saw Miss Anne in ti, what would he do.
But now that he was truly here, he hesitated.
He wanted to give Miss Anne a surprise, to tell her he had co.
But for so reason, it felt as if changing even a word in this beautiful story would destroy its original beauty.
Doing nothing seed to be the perfect approach to treating that beautiful ti.
Leonard stood in front of the chapel for a long ti until the people before him had left, without making any moves.
Watching the beauty and happiness on Vera Williams’ face, he felt imnsely satisfied.
He seed to hear Vera Williams’ beautiful wish before her passing: Soday in the future, will you also be able to go back in ti to see ? Not the now, but the eighteen-year-old .
Leonard ca as promised.
In ti, he saw the most beautiful her.
Unwittingly, the flowers and trees around seed to vanish with ti’s passing, the grass grew and flowers fell.
Leonard found himself already in the Black Fir Forest, looking up to see that small house.
He heard the sound of heartbroken sobbing.
An ache filled Leonard’s heart, and he leaped up.
It was only then he saw by the window, the girl with reddened eyes from crying, leaning over the table, writing a letter.
She tried hard to wipe away the tears at the corners of her eyes, stopping them from wetting the letter, but the droplets still refused to listen and trailed down her pretty face.
Leonard saw the contents Vera Williams was writing on the letter: "June 11, today marks the third day since Mr. Sunny left. Sorry, I’ve been crying for a long, long ti, very disappointingly. Don’t laugh at . Then, I rembered I still have the magical [stamp]~ thinking that you can receive the letter, I’m so looking forward to it..."
She was writing while weeping into tears.
Leonard looked at Miss Anne, who was sorrowful due to yearning, unable to help but want to wipe away her teardrops.
Reaching out his hand, he didn’t notice the surroundings changing rapidly, as seasons passed, and the view turned from wilted to rejuvenated.
Ti had flown by speedily.
Leonard suddenly realized what this feeling was.
He was altering history, and the Power of Ti was fiercely resisting this action.
The Vera Williams before him visibly matured with his actions, from an eighteen-year-old girl into a mature woman with composure and steadiness between her eyebrows.
She had now beco the leader of the Song Family.
The contents on the letter also changed: "It’s been ten years, Sunny, where on earth are you? I’m very sad today; while looking in the mirror, I found a wrinkle at the corner of my eye. If you don’t co to see , I’m afraid you won’t recognize . Even if you do, I’ll be an old maid (*￣︿￣)..."
The girl in front of him was now able to calmly and serenely finish writing these contents.
The words still brimd with longing.
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