Aurelia looked at him in surprise.
The boy seemed to be about fourteen or fifteen years old, with delicate features; considered handsome among his peers. She had only seen him lying in a hospital bed before, and seeing him as a lively person standing in front of her, she suddenly felt like she had indeed done a good deed.
"Au...Aurelia sis..." Being stared at unwaveringly by Aurelia, Oberon Miller scratched his head embarrassingly, feeling a bit at a loss.
Only then did Aurelia realize her loss of composure and smiled gracefully, "Is your health better now?"
"M-much better." For some reason, Oberon stuttered when speaking in front of Aurelia. Having grown up in the countryside, he had never seen someone so fashionably dressed and stunningly beautiful. A boy just beginning to understand love, he was suddenly a bit flustered and didn't dare to look her in the eyes, only feeling there was something in them that made his heart uncomfortable.
