CHAPTER 738. IN MY NEXT LIFE. In This Life

18 years later.

The morning in Lucerne was so mild that it didn’t feel like winter was about to begin. The kids were excited, waiting for the first snowfall, and even though the school gardener was grumbling because he was supposed to rake up all the autumn leaves, Peter tried to calm him down since the children still wanted to play in the piles scattered around the gardens.

"I’d say you spoil them too much," Mauro sighed, walking beside him as the kid