Worrllern stood outside the library. He looked through the wide French window, finding his little princess was sitting in front of a table, reading.

She has grown up a lot… also changes a lot. Worrllern thought.

He looked at her, tried to chase back every second that they had missed.

Her hair grew longer; it was tightening up well at the back of her head, which made her looked more unbending and more energetic…but he liked how her hair was when she was with him. At that time her hair was short and as soft as the feather of a nestling, kind of making him feeling that it was just the way of how she helplessly depended on him.

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