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Lance chuckled and rubbed Amelia's head, saying ironically that even as she grew, she would never be as big as him.
He was more than two thousand years older than Amelia.
It's different...
It's really different...
Liar Lance was truly different from how he was a thousand years ago.
A thousand years ago, Lance would never have done something like rubbing the head of a girl. Now it seemed so natural and casual.
The way he spoke, his tone had changed, too; a thousand years ago, Lance had always seemed to speak hesitantly, without confidence.
The Lance of today moved with an effortless charm that was hard to resist.
Just standing beside him gave her a feeling of comfort and ease...
Amelia realized her own mentality seemed to have changed as well.
When she laughed and handed the big snowball to Lance earlier, part of her was arrogantly waiting for Lance to greet her first.
But Lance didn't think twice about it... He just smacked the big snowball right into her face.
