Bab 207: "Interface water."

Yesterday's chaos amid the dark mountains, on my way here my clothes touched the clouds.

This was Lola Hussey's first impression of the person walking towards her.

Her eyes stared directly at him.

Until Fitzroy Sullivan squatted down and reached for her chin…

Lola Hussey, realizing it belatedly, glanced at Fitzroy Sullivan: "What are you catching?"

Fitzroy Sullivan: "Catching your drool."

"..."

You're the one drooling!

Fitzroy Sullivan gazed into the distance: "There, your brother is coming."

The morning sun bathed the maple branches in golden yellow, and the light filtered through the leaves was a bit dazzling. Fitzroy Sullivan withdrew his hand, stood up, and moved to the side against the light, inadvertently shielding Lola from the sun.

Now Lola could see more clearly with her eyes.

Egbert Bailey was already close.