"His Royal Highness," Veil lifted her head, revealing a sweet smile as she looked at Chen Yu outside the wax painting.
Chen Yu squatted in front of the wax painting. He looked at the girl before him who now looked like a normal person, out of place against the wax painting, which itself was unlike anything in the surrounding orphanage.
Ruins were everywhere, with traces of fierce fires, but inside this wax painting, a child's naive perspective filled the space. Through the tiny window in the painting, there was a deep blue sky with clouds as fluffy as cotton candy.
Books were all around, fairy tales of every kind. The table was made of biscuits, the books out of chocolate.
"Veil..." Chen Yu scratched his head as he gazed at her.
