Duke followed the person ahead, walking in the dense forest for about fifteen minutes until the scenery suddenly opened up.
It was a small clearing, with a tiny fountain at its center. The fountain's waters were crystal clear, with small golden fish swimming within.
Beside the fountain, a little girl wearing a white dress was squatting on the ground, seemingly watching something.
Duke's gaze lingered on her for a moment.
The little girl seemed to be about eight or nine years old, with long, pale golden hair, and her face was as exquisite as a porcelain doll.
She seemed to sense Duke's gaze, lifted her head, and gave him a slight smile.
That smile was pure and warm, like the sunlight in spring.
She stood up, took a daisy from her flower basket, and tiptoed to hand it to Duke.
Duke was momentarily stunned.
He instinctively reached out and accepted the flower.
