Chapitre 189: Little Angeal

The old man looked younger—livelier than he was. He was seen in the maze, watering the plants as a two-year-old Angeal played on the grass with a handmade doll that was given to her by Martha. 

Angeal was beaming brightly, her smile revealing her small formed teeth. She had her curly blonde hair tied with a ribbon, making her look like a smaller version of Goldilocks. She put her doll down then she stood up, fumbling slightly as she walked to her grandfather's leg. 

The old man was too engrossed with hosing the plants to have noticed her quiet, cute granddaughter. The moment that he felt someone hugging his leg, his eyes slightly widened as he looked down, seeing Angeal's eyes slightly water, as if about to cry. 

"Oh..."