Resting against the edge of the spring, Olivia caressed Willow's head and flashed a warm smile.

"Good girl. I'll be sleeping for a moment."

Willow nodded before pecking her mother's cheek.

Some butterflies danced around them. If they had a camera, it would have been a scene enchanting enough to be commemorated with a picture.

Olivia was so tired because she had spent several white nights, so she fell asleep by the spring.

Her tress was left flowing over her shoulders.

Without the mask covering her face, her skin appeared crystal clear. She became prettier than before.

As the good girl she was, Willow didn't disturb Olivia. Willow was harvesting herbs nearby.

The little animals seemed to like her very much. Even the little dear, who often visited the place, would sit before her to let her brush it.

The day seemed simple and wonderful.

Ethan was weak to begin with. The worst thing was that his eyesight had yet to recover.

It rendered it difficult to stay in a foreign place