They arrived at an old park where there were no surveillance cameras nearby.
Mana flowed from Caroline Edwin's fingertips and the little mites' transparent bodies began to slowly solidify, coming into contact with the snow.
She spoke softly, "It can only last for a little while."
The little mites were already brimming with laughter, nodding eagerly, even a short moment filled them with joy.
They ran through the snow, stretching out their arms to welcome the snowflakes, with laughter lingering and swirling around.
"Snowy days are so beautiful, I really like them."
"Let's have a snowball fight."
"Ah, that's annoying, you hit me on the head with a snowball, that's not okay, I have to get back at you, don't run away."
...
The lamplight in the park at night was dim and not very bright, with Caroline Edwin standing under a light.
Watching the carefree children, she seemed to be touched by their merry mood, a gentle curve forming at the corners of her lips.
