On the next day, the weather cleared up. The morning sun bathed the earth, and the little grass blades emerged in a rush, while the trees unfolded with fresh green buds.
The bedroom was filled with a faint scent of roses. Isabella Weaver opened her eyes, noticing that Harry Hunter was already awake, so she leaned over to give him a kiss: "Good morning, Mr. Hunter!"
Harry Hunter kissed her back: "Good morning, my dear!"
Isabella Weaver comfortably leaned against him and lazily asked, "What day is it today?"
"Friday."
"Join me for a spring outing this weekend!"
"Sure."
Harry Hunter glanced outside at the bright sunlight, indeed perfect for an outing.
In the past, he never paid attention to these things; weather, time, seasons meant nothing to him. He had always lived intensely and busily, becoming the person the Hunter Family needed, striving to be the best.
