Tegan still hadn’t answered. Noah was outside, nagging at his son again, “Hurry up, Lorian. The private plane won’t wait for anyone!”

With that shout, all the romantic atmosphere vanished.

Originally, Lorian was just joking. Now, however, he let Tegan off. He held her close, before turning his handsome face toward her. He asked seriously, “Are we going home now?”

Home, he said… What a beautiful word!

Tegan wanted to say something, but she looked out at the blazing sun and suddenly felt that nothing else mattered. After all, they were going home.

…

Two hours later, they returned to the villa where they used to live. After a year, they came back here again. Tegan had a complex expression and a heart full of mixed feelings. Lorian looked at her and said softly, “If you don’t like it here, we can move to another place.”

Tegan quickly responded, “That's not necessary. There’s nothing wrong with this place.”

The servants in the villa were moving luggage, with Margaret lovingly holdin