In the morning, Allen lifted the quilt and stretched himself.
He hadn't had such a comfortable sleep for a long time. During this period, he had been busy with a lot of things, either studying magic or doing special operations with Nina's group.
It was a magic world, which was forcibly made by him to a matter about the police and the bandit.
The sun was shining outside the window, making the dust in the air fluctuate slightly.
Allen squinted his eyes and didn't want to get up.
"Mom."
A childish voice came in from outside, followed by a burst of dense footsteps.
Because of Arusha's relatively young age, with her tinny feet, she didn't walk very fast every time. If she wanted to walk with more strength, she needed to move faster.
"Good morning, Arusha."
Allen greeted her with a smile. Then he saw that Arusha was holding a plate in her hand.
The little guy's white and tender face was smeared with some black dust. Although it looked a little funny, it showed her delicate.