Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

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.

dear, who often visited the place, would sit before

day seemed simple and

was weak to begin

that his eyesight had

to stay in a

led Ethan around so that he could familiarize himself with the

the window, they could hear the birds chirping and the sound of the stream

down, Sova.Here's a small table.There's water on it.If

her hand

to stay here.I'll ask someone to send

Sova, I—" Ethan waved his hand, motioning for Brent and

Ethan said, "Krystal, you've reached the age of marriage.I hope you can get over me and don't look only at me

someone I love.I will never marry

this whole time.If she loved you, how could

else and have kids—" Ethan smashed the glass

the last time, Krystal. I've said what I have to say.I don't love you, and I never will." Noticing his anger, she stomped her

Miller, how could you be so blind in love and cruel? Can't you see my genuine feelings for you?

nice about that woman that you can't get

about her.Now, leave." Krystal

Brent patted Kelvin's shoulder.