The quiet room was decorated with warmth, and the simple house was emitting a faint wooden fragrance.
The bookshelf next to the wall was full of ancient books, and some of them even had yellow wrinkles on their surfaces.
It was enough to prove that these books had a long history.
There was a green orchid on the clean desk.
The white flowers were blooming brightly, swaying gently with the breeze, making the room quieter.
The candlelight around the table lit up the room.
There was an old doll on the bed. Obviously, it was Orianna's room and her temporary residence here.
"Orianna, do you still remember the dragon egg I gave to Allen?" Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Orianna, who was sitting opposite her. Suddenly, a thin smile appeared on his face.
"Dragon egg?"
Orianna frowned. Obviously, she was stopped by her father.
She was thinking about the news about the dragon egg that her father had mentioned, and she was a little confused.