Mia is Not a Trouble-Maker! - Chapter 814

Chapter 814: Local Souvenir

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The Walton residence was bustling with activity for half the night. Finally, after Amelia fell asleep, it slowly quietened down.

Ling stood quietly outside the small balcony and looked at the branches that were starting to sprout. She was wearing clean pink cotton pajamas. Although the weather at the end of March was gradually warming up, it was still very cold at night. It was fine if there was a heater in the house, but it was definitely impossible to wear thin pajamas outside the balcony. However, Ling did not feel cold. She only stared blankly at the branches and then at the roots. The melted snow made the soil look wet. Unfortunately, she could not smell the fresh smell of the soil.

There was a knock on the door. George pushed the door open and entered. He was wearing home clothes that were slightly thicker than pure cotton pajamas. He slowly walked out of the small balcony and asked, “What are you looking at?”

Ling reached out and pointed at the dirt under the tree.

George looked over and was silent for a moment. For the past three months, he had been looking for Amelia anxiously. Occasionally, he would also think of Ling grabbing a handful of slush and placing it in his palm. She used all her strength to say, “I like you.” There were also those dull but clear eyes and the back view of her who turned around and left firmly without looking back.

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George’s usually cold face softened a little. He looked up and handed her something. “For you.”

Ling’s eyes revealed a trace of confusion. She took it and saw that it was a small pendant necklace. It was in the shape of a small shell and was very round. There were fine things flowing inside, like soil, but it could reflect fine light under the refraction of the light source.

Ling looked up at George in confusion.

George pointed into the shell and said, “Dirt.”

Ling looked like she didn’t believe him. She knew dirt. It wasn’t like that. It was a lie.

George picked up the necklace, gently brushed Ling’s hair away, and helped her put it around her neck.

“It’s done.” George retracted his hand and took a step back. He paused for a long time before saying softly, “Welcome back.”

Ling’s beautiful eyes looked at him without blinking.

“What is it?” George asked.

Ling stretched out her hand. “Hug ” Although her thoughts were not clear enough, she was very straightforward. If she liked someone, she would try her best to say that she liked them. If she hated someone, she would fork them out. Similarly, if she wanted to hug someone, she would not beat around the bush.

George suddenly smiled and went forward to gently pull Ling into his arms and hug her. Ling looked satisfied. She imitated Amelia and reached out to pat his back, indicating that there was no need to worry. Everything was fine.

George’s heart ached slightly. He placed his warm palm on Ling’s head and rubbed it gently. “Good night. Sleep well.” Although he didn’t know if she needed sleep now.

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Ling let go of him, her lips moving. This time, she said clearly, “Good night.”

After George left Ling’s room, he went to Amelia’s room. She was in a deep sleep, as if she had not slept well for a long time. Seven, who had always slept in his room, stuck to Amelia for the first time. George glanced at him and whispered, “Aren’t you afraid of being squashed?” Birds could not sleep with their masters because they were too small and easily squashed.

Seven ignored George and climbed up again, rubbing against Amelia’s face. Unexpectedly, Amelia had some kind of dream. She frowned and shouted, “Take this!” Seven was thrown out.

Seven: “???”

George:

The next day, the Waltons woke up early. Mrs. Walton tiptoed into Amelia’s room several times to confirm that she was really still there. Everything that happened yesterday was not a dream. She went to make breakfast with a smile. Needless to say, this breakfast was extremely sumptuous.

After dinner, everyone remembered the huge rock that had been thrown in the courtyard.

“Mia, what is this?” Eric squatted beside the boulder and raised his hand to knock.

Amelia said, “It’s a local souvenir for Grandma!” It was the local specialty found under the King of Hell’s Palace!

All the uncles: Are they not worthy of having local souvenirs?

Alex’s tone was also a little sour. “Tsk tsk, Mia only knows how to bring gifts for Grandma. We’ve all been forgotten.”

Amelia said, “Of course not!” As she spoke, she spread her hands and held a handful of things in her arms. “Here, I found this under the King of Hell’s throne. It’s a hair that fell from the King of Hell’s brush. This is for Daddy.”

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Elmer:

Alex, who was holding a few hairs: