crazy cat angel

The sun is shining brightly.

All kinds of flowers in the garden are blooming, colorful and gorgeous, and this kind of scenery is always loved by children.

But in comparison, the swing chair among the flower branches is more popular. It has a snow-white body, and lifelike lilies are carved on the chair frame, and a woman like a lily is leaning on it.

She is beautiful, there is no doubt about it, but those eyes that are so gentle that they seem to be able to accommodate everything are even more intoxicating.

"Come here, my child..."

She beckoned to a child with short blond hair, let him lie on her lap, and caressed the top of his head with her soft and boneless hands.

"Mom loves you..."

The sun was really warm that day.

……

"Seraphim..."

"Seraphim, wake up."

The soft call brought the person who was attached to the dream back to reality, and Osmond touched the Seraphim's head on the bedside, which made the sleepy person even more trance.

But soon, his body clamoring for boredom woke up, and Seraphim needed to add some happy energy.

"Where is this?" Seraphim jumped out of bed and leaned over to the window to look.

Osmond replied, "Flivia is a property bearing the name of the Cartwright family."

It has been three days since the Seraph fell into a coma. Dr. Caden had predicted this situation to him, and told Osmond not to move the Seraph easily, so he chose to stay in Flivia for a few days.

"Am I rusty!"

Seraphim suddenly shook his hand in horror, and then jumped on the spot a few times. He felt that his movements were unnaturally slow, or that the flow of the surrounding space became relatively viscous.

Anyway, very unaccustomed, he had to do something to smooth his rusty joints.

"Osmond Osmond, do you have any fun suggestions?" Seraphim's wide-open eyes were full of anticipation.

This reminded Osmond of the kiss in the small park. If he could meet the Seraphim's expectations, Osmond felt that he should still get a reward.

But that is difficult.

Osmond considered it for a while, "Let's go out for a walk first, maybe the fun ones will be brought to you by ourselves."

"Hmm..." Seraph held his chin in thought for a while, then snapped his fingers, "Alright, let's go!"

Soon, the enthusiastic tourists rushed out of the room, and two people who had no travel experience wandered on the street, bored, bored.

"Osmond, bad idea, your bad idea..."

In less than half an hour, the Seraphim had become sluggish, even weak in speaking, and Osmond silently followed behind, working his brain at high speed to find a way to remedy it.

But sometimes the solution is always reluctantly thought out, it may still be on the way, but not now.

Deadlock, is it better to continue to try your luck, or go home and make plans?

At this time, several excited passers-by became the saviors who broke the deadlock.

"Hey, have you heard, there will be a performance by Prince Theodore tonight."

"Really! His Royal Highness Huixing of Bascalia!"

"Of course, his footsteps have passed through many planets, and our Flivia is the terminal!"

"That must..."

Several young men and women passing by were happily discussing their upcoming date, all of them were so excited that they danced and danced. The result of being too selfless was that their eyes did not take into account the surrounding environment. Kind regards.

"Um, I'm sorry, I didn't notice you!" The girl wearing glasses held her nose and apologized repeatedly at a loss.

Seraphim ignored her, he was abnormally quiet, his head drooped, and the shadow cast by the sun covered most of his expression.

The girl's companions saw him like this, and saw Osmond, whose physique was very stressful, muttered a few times, and pulled the girl away quickly. The girl staggered back, thinking It carved a face that she will never forget from now on.

How could it be, even more beautiful than His Royal Highness Huixing...

The bustling crowd receded, and the Seraphim slowly raised his head in the slightly calmer wind, his expression of getting out of the shadows was obviously ready to move.

"Osmond, let's go find Lina!"

"Okay." Osmond replied smoothly, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Their trip finally did not end in disappointment.

But who is Lina?

As we all know, Lina is just a name. It can be a kitten, a dog, a pig, or a bench in the park. Osmond doesn't want to make useless guesses.

He asked the question a third time, but this time the seraphim did not answer him.

……

The time jumped to the night, and a wonderful performance was going on in the mid-air of Flivia.

The air stage is composed of starships. In the center of the stage is a man with sunny blonde hair and a pair of blue eyes that fascinate people like clear crystals.

He stood there quietly and sang, without any other movements, just the pure singing voice could take away a lot of breath.

His Royal Highness Huixing, worthy of the name, is like a distant and beautiful star.

In comparison, General Osmond, the star of the empire, was much more low-key. He was protecting the mad cat and drifting through the excited crowd.

According to Seraphim, the Lina he was looking for should be here.

"Seraph, can you tell me the general characteristics of Lina?" Osmond hugged the Seraph tightly to prevent them from being scattered by the crowd.

no answer.

The song began to enter the lyrical part, and the crowd quieted down, waving and shaking in unison, and the moving atmosphere was easily contagious.

Apathy is out of place here.

Seraphim suddenly said, expressionless, "Lina, it never existed from the beginning."

He turned around and left, and Osmond opened a path for him in the crowd. The two seemed to run counter to countless people, with a splendid stage on one side and lonely darkness on the other.

But darkness has its benefits. It can cover up things you don’t want others to see, and it can also calm your noisy heart rate.

The performance ended smoothly, and Prince Theodore bid farewell to the stage and returned to his starship.

His personal knight, Nigel, was waiting for him, with a bouquet of flowers and the sincerest loyalty of a knight.

"Praise you, Your Highness Huixing." Nigel smiled jokingly, and presented the bouquet of lilies.

"Please, Nigel, don't use that title."

Theodore Bascalia pointed to his knight to give a warning, then took the bouquet, he looked at the pink flowers representing purity, and smiled.

The entire interstellar world knows that the lily is almost a symbol of Queen Zenia, that gentle and beautiful woman, who is the eternal dream of many people.

Theodore stroked the petals expectantly, "Tell me, did mother see my performance?"

"Queen Zenia will always watch over you, Your Highness."

"Of course!"

Theodore threw the bouquet and received it in his arms again. He smiled without any shadow.

As beautiful as the sun.

"By the way, my mother told me that there is her cello teacher here?"

Nigel added for him, "To be precise, it is the cello teacher's daughter, and the queen asked me to take it to greet her."

"Then hurry up and schedule, I can't wait to go back to Capital Star."

"Yes, Your Royal Highness."

Unfortunately, all they could see was the ruins after the explosion.

The next day, the low-key prince and knight came to the Miller mansion, and they were shocked by the sight before them.

A broken building with a nearly broken woman sitting inside.

The death of her son left Mrs. Miller on the verge of collapse. Heller couldn't let her accept the fact, and could only quietly accompany her.

Until two visitors arrive, two very famous visitors.

Heller raised his dark eyes, and the stormy emotions in them were covered up, leaving only sympathetic sadness.

"Your Highness, it's a very presumptuous request, but can you help me and my mother?"