Half an hour later, Beas woke up on time.
Gem Atkinson personally checked Beas's diaper, changed him into a fresh one, and fed him milk before instructing the driver to set off again.
The weather in Axe City could change in the blink of an eye—sometimes balmy and sometimes ravaged by biting sea winds. Today was a day graced with warm, tender breezes.
Soon, they reached the scenic area.
Fields upon fields of lavender stretched out like a purple carpet to the horizon.
The deeply purple lavender had already been harvested. Their dried bundles were rolled up like oak wine barrels and placed in the fields, a pure yellow that dotted the purple ocean in groups of three or five, presenting a unique charm.
This place resembled a fairytale land in reality, an overwhelmingly beautiful sight!
"Gem Atkinson, let's walk up," Forsythia Brown said.
