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Draco had put on his clothes, a plain black top and trousers, making him look quite enchanting.
But the clothes carried an aura of Bubble, which made him recall those sad memories.
"Are you thinking about that dragon?" Xylara broke him from his thoughts.
Draco nodded.
"Don't worry, I was able to save her. At least, if not for her, I might not have awakened," Xylara chuckled.
"Then where is she?" Draco asked eagerly, his piercing gaze intense.
"Don't look at me like that. I'm not the one who caused it," she shrugged, "But anyhow, when the time is right, I will give her to you."
Draco asked why she couldn't do so now. Xylara facepalmed herself, chuckling. "It looks like you don't know what she gave you."
Her words surprised Draco. Was there more to the heart she gave him?
