"You shouldn't move hastily with this kind of outfit, sweetling," D'Ara caught me when my feet got tangled in the long cape. Thankfully, I didn't damage the outfit--wouldn't be funny, really, if it ripped just three days before the wedding. She flicked my nose in warning before shifting her gaze toward my little boy. "Oh--look at you, Jade."
"Hehe..." Jade, who was usually jumping energetically, was now looking bashful and swayed his body like an innocent, shy boy. He looked at D'Ara with sparkling eyes, clearly asking for praise. "Jade did good?"
"Yes, yes you did," she picked up the startled Jade in her arms and stroked the reddened cheek. "So our sweetling had been adorable since his childhood days, mm? What a lucky brat my disciple is. How long can you keep this up, Jade?"
"Umm...if Jade ate Papa's yummy candy in Mother's Land, Jade can go for days!"
D'Ara raised her brows and I could see that she was genuinely amazed. "My, my--how impressive."
