"Willow?" Darryl was transfixed on the spot upon seeing her. The child was smiling wildly, glad that she had outsmarted him and even extended her two hands for him to get her.
"Appa take me," She asked but Darryl was so surprised he wasn't able to move for a while that Willow got impatient and sulked. "Appa, don't you like seeing me?"
Hearing her words, Darryl was freed from his shock and he immediately walked toward her and accepted her arms. In a moment, Willow was already in his arms and she clung to his neck and gave him little kisses. She was so warm and lively that all of Darryl's doubts faded away.
"Appa you smell different," Willow noted but in a good way. He was used to smelling expensive manly perfume on him when she still worked in L'Empire and so she immediately noticed. His father then smelled like the ocean and morning dew, very refreshing. "And you looked different,"
