The butler’s champagne, candle, and rose petals were ultimately unused.
Scarlett Jennings was directly arranged to stay in the guest room.
After carefully tidying herself up and bandaging the wound on her hand, Scarlett cautiously took out the charred Liora Gold.
The little paperman was just like before, as if a torn piece of paper.
On it, apart from the lingering trace of Resentful Aura, not a trace of Spiritual Power remained.
Araminta Gold had somehow come over, jumping to Liora’s side, seemingly puzzled, it tilted its head, then leaned forward to lift up the charred Liora, shaking it.
Seeing the charred little paperman unresponsive, it shook it again.
Scarlett watched the two little papermen before her, her eyes narrowed, her chest inexplicably tight.
After a long while, she reached out to pick up Araminta, speaking softly,
"I will save it."
This statement seemed to be directed at Araminta, but also at herself.
Placing Araminta aside, Scarlett kept silent, only taking out her Vermillion brush, swiftly sketching a mini-array on the table.
Placing the little paperman in the center of the array, Scarlett began sealing, soon the Resentful Aura on the paperman was cleansed.
The little paperman restored to its original yellow paper appearance.
Scarlett quickly changed her hand gestures, sending the newly replenished Spiritual Power into the array.
One second,
Two seconds,
Three seconds.
However, the paperman in the array remained unresponsive.
Scarlett gritted her teeth, sending more Spiritual Power.
The paperman still lay quietly, unmoving.
Unwilling to give up, Scarlett continued her actions.
She could certainly make a new paperman.
If she wished, the newly crafted paperman would also be lively and cute.
But that wouldn’t be Liora.
It wouldn’t be the same, emphasizing left-right symmetry when fanning someone.
Nor would it rush out, trying to shield her from harm, when she might encounter danger.
For the first time, Scarlett felt an emotional connection to something she created.
She didn’t want any substitute.
Trying various methods, yet the little Spiritual Power barely replenished from Samuel Chalmers couldn’t withstand the consumption, Scarlett soon felt the fatigue of Spiritual Power depletion.
Still gritting her teeth to continue, she noticed Samuel had walked in unknowingly.
He reached out, gently touching her hand.
Without speaking, the Golden Light on his body began to flow towards Scarlett’s hand as if sensing her need. free𝑤ebnovel.com
Scarlett’s eyes trembled slightly, clearly feeling the Spiritual Power around her gradually becoming fuller.
With a sense of support, Scarlett confidently used every repair method she knew.
Watching the paperman surrounded by a flowing Spiritual Power once more.
Scarlett’s eyes lit up slightly, looking down, only to see the paperman, despite regaining the flow of Spiritual Power, still unmoving.
Araminta tilted its head nearby, seemingly puzzled.
Why isn’t it moving?
Scarlett’s gaze slightly condensed, suddenly recalling something, she abruptly turned to look at Samuel.
She remembered when the Golden Light paperman gained spiritual wisdom, it was due to Samuel’s Golden Light.
So now, perhaps it’s the same?
Thinking this, she reached out, suddenly pulling Samuel’s hand.
Then in his slightly surprised gaze, she held his hand, with their fingers overlapping, guiding his index finger to gently point at Liora.
Scarlett only saw a hint of Golden Light through her and Samuel’s fingertips, directly entering the paperman.
The next moment, the little paperman moved.
Scarlett froze, holding Samuel’s hand a bit tighter.
The two stayed in their hand-holding posture, quietly watching the paperman in the array shakily rise.
Araminta whooshed to its side, the two papermen seemed to exchange a glance, and the next moment, hand in hand, began their familiar spinning dance.
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