All-around teacher at the magic academy

Lian sat alone in the warm and quiet room.

The afternoon sun shone through the half-open curtains, casting a golden halo over her figure.

Her hands deftly moved through the needle and thread, knitting a soft scarf, a loving creation she had begun long ago, and now it was almost finished.

The scarf is made of the finest cashmere, with a delicate feel and soft color, as if it contains Lian's endless emotions and expectations.

She stared intently at the fabric in her hands, her fingers deftly moving between the needles, each stitch appearing so skillful and natural.

A familiar figure unconsciously surfaced in her mind. Thinking of him, a sweet smile appeared on Lian's face, and her eyes sparkled with tenderness.

She could almost see him wearing that scarf, handsome and warm, and an indescribable happiness welled up inside her.

Although this scarf took her a lot of time, from selecting materials to designing and knitting stitch by stitch, every step was filled with her hard work.

But she didn't feel it was a waste or boring; on the contrary, she felt it was a kind of enjoyment, a way to have a dialogue with her inner self.

Every time she thinks of that figure, her heart is filled with strength and hope, as if all her weariness has vanished.

However, even in this blissful moment, Leanne's thoughts drifted far away. She thought again of Lady Maria and Harvey, the two people she cared about and cherished just as much.

They are now fleeing the danger in Barton City, and it is unknown whether they have left safely or found new accommodation.

Why did things turn out this way? Everyone was doing just fine before; life was peaceful and warm. Just the night before last, everyone was preparing to sit together and enjoy a nice dinner.

She put down her knitting needles and scarf, stood up, and slowly walked to the window.

Her movements seemed somewhat heavy, as if she were carrying an invisible responsibility and worry. She leaned on the windowsill, her gaze passing through the window and landing on the familiar yet unfamiliar scenery outside.

Outside the window, the last rays of the setting sun bathed the earth in a golden hue. Lian gazed at it all, trying to let the tranquil scene ease the anxiety in his heart.

Leon's words echoed in her mind: "You don't need to worry about this. I'll figure something out."

She knew that Leon didn't want her to get involved; he was always so considerate and thoughtful of her. He was doing this simply to protect her and prevent her from getting hurt.

However, Lian felt an irresistible urge. She didn't want to simply stand by and passively wait for the outcome.

She also wanted to do her part, to help Mrs. Maria and Harvey, even if it was just a small contribution.

She believed that as long as she could do something, even something small, it could bring a glimmer of hope to solving the problem.

For the past two days, Lian deliberately avoided visiting Leon. She knew how busy and stressed he was and didn't want to cause him any more trouble.

She believed that once Leon finished his work, he would come to her and tell her everything that had happened recently. This trust, like a bond, tightly connected their hearts.

Every time she thought of Leon, a pang of heartache would well up in Lian's heart. Looking at him, she always felt that he carried too much—responsibility, pressure, worry... all of which were like heavy stones pressing down on his shoulders.

However, she also felt fortunate because she was still by his side, able to accompany him, and offer him support and comfort.

Lian sat back down on the edge of the bed and continued knitting the gray scarf. Her fingers moved nimbly between the needle and thread, each stitch imbued with her heart and expectations.

She knew there was only so much she could do to help Leon, but at the very least, she could give him a decent, warm gift to bring him some warmth and care in this cold world.

However, she also felt a little uneasy. She didn't know if Leon would like the scarf, or if he would think the color was unattractive.

Although she felt that gray suited Leon's temperament well, being both calm and reserved, everyone's aesthetic is different.

She couldn't help but worry: What if he doesn't like it? Would he be in a difficult position? Maybe he would force himself to wear it every time they met, just to avoid hurting her feelings.

The image of Leon wearing a scarf but looking somewhat strained flashed through Lian's mind, and she couldn't help but feel a little sad.

She knew that Leon was that kind of person—he didn't want to refuse other people's kindness or ruin their intentions. Even though it made him feel awkward and uncomfortable, he was willing to bear it all alone, just so as not to hurt others.

Lean shook her head slightly, a faint smile playing on her lips, amused by her own overthinking. How could she think that? Leon should be delighted.

She imagined that if she could receive such a loving and warm gift, she would be very happy, and might even be moved to tears.

Time is like fine sand slipping through your fingers, quietly passing by second by second.

Under Lian's focused knitting, the scarf gradually took shape. She specially wove her and Leon's names into one corner of the scarf; the two intertwined letters seemed to symbolize their closely connected hearts. This was her small token of affection, and also a way for her to express her feelings for this relationship.

Looking at the completed gift, Lian felt incredibly happy. She gently picked up the scarf, unfolded it in front of her chest, and examined it carefully. Every stitch and thread looked so neat and delicate, revealing the marks of her careful knitting.

She couldn't resist putting the scarf around her neck to try it out, and just as she expected, it was warm and comfortable enough, as if it could keep out all the cold and worries.

Now that the scarf is ready, the next step is to consider how to give it away.

Leanne sat on the edge of the bed, her hands gently supporting her chin, lost in thought. She hoped to give the scarf to Leon in a natural and unobtrusive way, so that he could feel the deep affection and care behind the gift.

Perhaps she could find an excuse to ask him out for a walk, and then, in a tender moment, gently wrap the scarf around his neck; or, she could give it to him as a surprise when he visits again.

Whichever method she chose, she hoped to see a happy smile on Leon's face at that moment.

Leanne sighed softly, her gaze shifting from the scarf in her hand, her heart filled with longing for Leon. She wondered when he would be finished with his work; she truly wanted to see him and share her joys and worries. She put down the scarf, rose, and walked to her desk, slowly sitting down.

On the desk, an opened letter lay quietly; it was from Amy.

Upon seeing the letter, Lian's face lit up with a happy smile. She was overjoyed that Amy had finally contacted her. She had been worried about Amy's situation for some time now, wondering how she was doing.

She picked up the letter and read its contents carefully again. The letter didn't mention any details of Amy's life during this time; it simply arranged a meeting place.

Lian thought to himself that when they met, he would definitely ask her about her experiences during this time. If possible, he could ask the dean to let Amy stay at the academy. The dean had always been very kind; he would definitely agree, he was such a good person.

As she pondered, Lian's thoughts began to drift away. She sat at her desk, chin in her hands, her eyes becoming somewhat unfocused. She began to anticipate meeting Amy, imagining the scene of their reunion. She also looked forward to the future, hoping everything would go as she wished, peaceful and happy.

In this tranquil room, Lian was lost in his thoughts, as if the whole world had become quiet and beautiful.