"What is it? What fell down?" Justin Morgan asked, still lying on the ground, looking around.
Maya Monroe frowned slightly, her gaze accurately shifted to the rear left, and then she bent down slightly to pick up the shiny golden object from the fallen leaves.
A gold-plated key about a finger's length, light and nifty to the touch—this was the homegoing prop they had been desperately searching for: the Gold Key.
Maya raised her arm, the Gold Key gleaming under the sunlight. With a smile on her radiant face that was dazzlingly beautiful, she said, "See? I told you guys to check the treetops, and there it is!"
The joy she felt was almost visible. Maya didn't care much about popularity, but she very much wanted the chance to go home. The few days spent here had drained all her patience, and although she secretly brought some snacks, how could this wilderness compare to a warm and comfortable home?
Perhaps because life in this world was too comfortable, Maya rarely felt homesick.
