Gastone watched the leaves dancing from its branches as sunlight hit his eyes. "What beautiful scenery!" he whispered, smiling softly.
It has been a week since Gastone stayed in the Werewolf realm and did nothing but procrastinate. The plants he was tending to has finally bloomed their colorful flowers.
However, no matter how peaceful Gastone felt, he was never at ease. His mind kept thinking about Lucia and what was happening to her around that time.
"Lucia," Gastone whispered unconsciously. He was emotionless at first but realized what he had said. He sat up and looked at his hands, remembering touching Lucia's cheeks. "Ugh! Why am I thinking about her?"
"Maybe you still want her," a voice spoke nearby.
Gastone immediately looked to the side and saw Rosina. "You…"
"Did I surprise you?" Rosina grinned. She sat beside Gastone and stared at the tree as well. "This place always gives me peace, don't you think?"
