From the outside, the small bamboo house looked perfectly ordinary, just a knee-high wooden fence surrounding it, with a few plots of herbs growing in front.
But the moment a tall, broad-shouldered man with pointed ears stepped through the low gate, the scene shifted entirely.
Two rattan lounge chairs sat in the front of the house, separated by a small wooden table and shaded by the roof's eaves. Beside the herb plots—lush with a variety of colors and scents—stood a miniature version of the house itself.
The bamboo house had three new extensions jutting out, one with a door that could be accessed directly from outside. In front of that room sat woodworking tools and a half-finished crib.
Before the man reached the knob, the front door swung open to reveal a beautiful young man with black hair and a noticeably rounded belly.
"You didn't wait for my mom, Fian?" Gara asked, walking carefully toward the Noxfloris plant while holding a porcelain jar.
