Isabella Weaver hides under the blanket, unable to stop laughing.
Harry Hunter finally manages to rescue her head from under the blanket. Seeing her messy hair and bright eyes like stars, laughing and breathing deeply, he suddenly feels his heart filled.
When the little girl laughs and messes around like this, his whole life becomes vibrant because of her.
He can't help but lower his head to kiss her hair, kiss her cheek, feeling her joy and relaxation, before slowly pressing her down.
Isabella Weaver is shy to death: "Harry..."
"Hmm?"
"I seem to remember Doctor Niles telling you to lie down for one or two months? Does your injury not hurt anymore?"
"Quack doctor, it doesn't hurt."
"I don't believe it, how can it heal so quickly?"
"The bandages are removed, if you don't believe me, feel for yourself."
Isabella Weaver's bandages on her hands have all been removed, her two hands groping in the dim light, her fingers touching Harry's skin, discovering he is also very warm.
