If you can manage to find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, then you may as well, come across the blue roses.
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"Have a seat" He brought him inside a small cottage. It was a tiny wooden house that appeared quite ordinary from outside but was beautiful from inside. Its interior was top-notch. A pair of plush sofas were laid with a coffee table.
"Want some hot chocolate?"
"Sure"
Lucas came back again with two mugs, handing him one he took a seat opposite to him.
"Thank you."
Aye!
"Why do you look as if you were tormented?"
"I am" He replied without any filter.
"Aigoo. Is it that hard for you to come, to have a chit-chat with this old man? My health is deteriorating day by day, yet you unfilial disciple makes excuses and never comes to meet me."
"…"
He started with his rambling.
Arthur stared at him wordlessly, probably waiting for him to finish his drama.
Cough Cough.
