"You aren't Dragon Hollyhock, how could you know the joy of Dragon Hollyhock? Maybe Dragon Hollyhock is very happy, its fruit being liked by someone is what gives it its value, it would only be sad if nobody liked it."
"Hmm, makes sense."
Harry Hunter immediately agreed with her; after all, his little darling was always right.
He held the soft body in his arms, the warm ground soaking into his skin, and what he saw were the countless stars, mysterious and magnificent, unbelievably beautiful.
He relaxed his body, coaxed his little wife, and the home was filled with her presence and cheerful laughter; this was a life he had never imagined before.
And this wonderful life was truly happening and continued to exist.
He gently kissed Isabella Weaver's forehead, his gaze filled with tenderness.
Seeing him lying comfortably, Isabella didn't mind whether the ground was dirty or not, lying down next to him, resting her head on his arm, and watching the sky and counting stars together.
