The little girl was enthusiastically sharing her knowledge, but Orion's gaze gradually shifted to her.
Her curved, smiling eyes shimmered like a crescent moon cradled by stars, bright and brilliant.
The night was serene, a gentle breeze in the air, as begonia petals gracefully fell upon her. He suddenly wanted to kiss his little angel and wished that time would stop at this moment, so he could be with her forever.
"Which constellation is your favorite?"
Xanthea's question snapped him out of his reverie, making him turn his face away guiltily, pointing towards the constellation of Vulpecula in the sky.
"Vulpecula? Why's that?"
Xanthea, puzzled, touched her chin. Vulpecula was quite faint.
—Because it resembled you.
"My favorite is..."
As Xanthea was about to share her favorite constellation, she noticed the butterfly band-aid still stuck on his finger from yesterday.
"Yikes!"
"Why didn't you listen and take off the band-aid?!"
She grabbed his finger, and Orion slightly retracted it.
"Leaving it on for so long could lead to an infection!"
She gently removed the band-aid from his finger, revealing the skin beneath had turned a bit white, and blew on it.
"How can you be so smart yet so silly?"
He just couldn't bear to remove it.
After blowing on it, Xanthea found herself unwilling to let go of his finger.
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