"Thank you, Luci," Roxus' sweet voice sounded into Juverin's ears, making Juverin freeze for a moment. His eyes looked towards Roxus and her tiny face. The woman's eyes were shaded and warm, purple like a sparkling crystal that reflected light. His heart ached. He seemed to see a younger version of his wife, The Purple Dragon who has gone.
Especially those lavender eyes. He clearly remembered the colour of his own wife's eyes, which had passed away, along with his sad gaze. Right now, he was standing there, able to feel the energy from his son's heart within the woman's body, and the gentle appearance of his wife sitting there. Oh, he felt like he had just met a daughter he never had.
"Roxie, are you okay? Does your body feel uncomfortable?" Eoin asked softly.
