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"Sigh....Oh... Dear... My lovely little bird's smile is so endearing..."
Orland was ecstatic by the unexpected developments that bright morning was showing him.
The sight he had been yearning to see for so long it was maddening, was unfolding in front of him beautifully like brilliant silk. Smoothly and delicately painted in his daughter's visage, the innocent, pure, entrancing happy expression he used to see in his before young daughter... was now alive again in her grown-up figure. Her essence, untouched by the time, was as brilliant and marvellous, filling him in a fascinating bliss just like it did the first time he took her into his arms. Her mere existence was a treasure that no existence in this universe was worthy to possess.
The dreamlike glimpse of a doubtful smile he had months ago, was indeed a mere illusion compared to how precious the real one was.
