Molli'er's cherry lips slightly pressed together, staring fixedly into Ronan's eyes, her gaze seemed to pierce straight into his soul.
After several breaths, she shook her head.
"Forget it.
I'll tell you when I think of it."
Then she turned her body back around.
"Anytime."
Ronan couldn't help but add.
Molli'er didn't even glance back, just responded with a "Hmm," seemingly in a better mood instantly. The two white and tender little hands gripped the Magic Wand behind her back, stepping forward with light and delicate dance steps.
Ronan watched Molli'er's back, his gaze unconsciously softened.
Sometimes he saw the shadow of his deceased sister Li'er in Molli'er, there were places where they resembled each other so much.
Unfortunately, Li'er had long passed away, leaving behind a daughter, by reckoning...
She must be about the same age now as when Li'er was when he left home.
"Agatha..."
