"Uncle, you actually like Anchester a lot, don't you."
Ivy Miller pouted and leaned closer to his side.
Henry Sullivan glanced at her: "What nonsense are you talking."
"I'm not talking nonsense, it's all based on evidence.
You see, when you were in your troop, you almost never took me out.
But after coming back to Anchester, you've been taking me everywhere to look around.
Doesn't this mean you like it here?
It's because you like it, that you remember every little thing here so vividly."
Henry Sullivan shook his head: "I grew up here, of course, I'm familiar with it."
No matter what he said, Ivy Miller firmly believed this uncle loved the place.
Otherwise, why would he be so eager to take her to all the nice places he liked?
After reaching the destination, Ivy Miller was somewhat disappointed. It was just the riverside, what's so special about it.
"Uncle, this is the good place you talked about."
