But that face was very beautiful, with brows like a painting, red lips and white teeth, a small and delicate face; although it hadn't fully matured, it already had the beginnings of a radiant charm.
It wasn't hard to imagine what a stunning beauty she would become when she grew up.
Logan was also very happy.
"Little White, it's great, you've grown up, and you've successfully transformed into a human. Little White, do you still remember me?"
The girl looked up at him, but her expression was somewhat indifferent, responding lightly with a mere sound.
....
Compared to when she first arrived, when she was like a soft and clingy cotton candy, always longing to be gently cradled by warm hands, she now seemed like an autumn leaf, devoid of that noisy liveliness, becoming reticent. When Logan tried to get closer, she seemed to sense some subtle change and instinctively stepped back. The intimacy they once shared now dissipated like morning mist, no longer within easy reach.
