The little girl's soft and sweet voice was so gentle that one couldn't help but want to pinch her cute cheeks, but there was also a concern that she might crumble at a touch.
Oliver smiled slightly, "Six years have passed, yet you haven't changed at all, Porcelain Doll. It's as if time has stopped for you, what an enviable ability."
"Thank you for remembering, Your Highness. The harvest season is always full of joy, allowing me to appear a bit younger." The little girl, akin to a porcelain doll, had large, sparkling eyes that were clear and bright, exuding an innocence as if unaware of the world.
Prince Oliver nodded and glanced at the tall and imposing man behind him, studying him intently, "Ancient Dragon descendant?"
