Chapter 430
Xanthea sang, her mischievous amber eyes twinkling as she stealthily moved her steps toward him.
Orion was completely immersed in her angelic, sweet, and clear voice, not noticing that the sound was getting closer and closer
“Gotcha!”
She had unknowingly come to his side and grabbed his hand. Orion was startled and instinctively tried to break free.
“Ah!
Xanthea p
a pretended to fall, and he quickly caught her, not realizing he had fallen into her trap.
The girl half–squatted on the ground, her small hands firmly gripping his wrist, refusing to let go. Her soft and sweet voice, like a child pouting, melted his heart, “Don’t run away, please?”
“I won’t pull off your mask or sunglasses like the others, and I won’t hurt you!”
She assured him eamestly, completely forgetting her earlier mischievous behavior.
Orion stopped in his tracks, his hand gentle on hers, not daring to move.
Seeing his quick change of attitude, Xanthea stood up happily. “Did you like the song I just sang?”
He nodded without hesitation.
Xanthea’s little braids almost stood up with pride.
She knew it; he was her fan!
“Which was better, the song I sang in the auditorium today or the one just now?”
His dark eyes behind the sunglasses seemed to be seriously considering, finding it hard to decide.
Xanthea extended her hands, “Left hand for Whispering Wings,‘ right for Chasing Dreams. You can’t say both; you have to choose one!”
Orion looked from one hand to the other, finally settling on the right. Seeing this, Xanthea was overjoyed. “Chasing Dreams“? Really, are you choosing Chasing Dreams“?”
He nodded.
Both songs were beautiful, the best he had ever heard, but if he had to choose one, it would be “Chasing Dreams.”
ཏ ཎྜ རྗ གཽ ཅམཻ ༈ མཻ ཆ ན ༸༅ བོག རྒྱུུ
Because she wrote that song.
“Yay!”
Hearing his choice, Xanthea jumped for joy, her eyes shining brightly, like a radiant little sun circling around him. Her light shone into the gloomy depths of his heart, stirring something long dormant
“You are the first person to like my song. You truly are my soulmate”
“Shall I sing more of my songs for you in the future?”
Orion’s expression slightly tensed: Could he?
Could he, in the future, still listen to her talk and sing like today?
Would she mind that he was a freak, with terrifying scars on his face.
“Oh!”
Suddenly, Xanthea remembered his fall in the auditorium. She grabbed his hand and saw the wounds on several knuckles from the rose thors. The thorns had been removed, but the wounds were still red.
“Your hand is hurt. Let me bandage it for you!!
She pulled out some band–aids with butterfly prints from her pocket. As she tore one open, she seemed to remember something and gently blew on his wound, “Xan’s breath will take the pain away!”
The little girl carefully held his fingers as if they were precious treasures. Her pink lips blew warm air, sending warmth through his fingers, flowing into his heart, making his gradually warming heart beat and tremble.
His little angel, how could she be so good,