A gentle word, comparable to a thousand troops.
At this moment, Marinda's face turned red.
"What did you say?"
The 'Lady of the Long Night' tried to retract her calf while confirming with words again.
"I said I want, on a leisurely afternoon, to wake up on the recliner in the garden with you by my side.
I said I want to wake up in the middle of the night with you by my side.
I said I want to taste something delicious with you sitting next to me.
We can discuss current trends, we can talk about food recipes, and we can envision a beautiful future together—my dear."
Arthur spoke at a steady pace, enunciating clearly.
In Marinda's blue eyes, there was joy.
The calf, which had been struggling to pull out, completely gave up the struggle, and after lifting the other calf, she placed it directly on Arthur's knee.
"Hmm."
Marinda nodded.
The two looked at each other.
There was no epic tumult.
Nor was there any promise of eternal love.
