Hearing her words, a flood of memories surged within Emery's mind, transporting him back to a vivid scene from the past.
It was a tranquil afternoon, the air filled with the soft rustle of leaves and the gentle caress of a refreshing breeze, accompanied by the warmth of the sun. Emery was unable to utter a single word, lying motionless on a tilted chair. Suddenly, he was jolted from his reverie as a small hand pinched his body.
"Uncle, doesn't this hurt? Are you... dead?" came the innocent voice of a young girl.
Receiving no response, the silver-haired girl climbed onto Emery's lap and began to play with his hair, oblivious to his condition. Suddenly, a thunderous voice interrupted their interaction.
"What are you doing!? Get down, now! Right away!!" The authoritative tone belonged to another figure, one dear to his heart.
The girl unhappily frowned before retorting, "I didn't do anything, Auntie," her defiance evident in her expression.
