Chapter 813


    “Uncle!” The sweet voice rang in the forest abruptly.


    Aside from the sweet voice and tinkling giggle that greeted Neil, there was also… a frog that she held


    in her hands!


    He was shocked when Aurelia thrust her hands forward to show him the frog!


    Neil had always hated the cold and slimy cold-blooded animals. The frog stared at him with its beady


    eyes before letting out a loud croak after a while.


    All Neil felt was a loud rush of blood to his head before his scalp went numb, and he let out a loud,


    involuntary “Ah!”.


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    Aurelia jumped in surprise and could not help tightening her hold on the frog as she stared wide-eyed


    at Neil.


    Neil’s face reddened like a boiled shrimp a whileter as his lips pressed into a thin line. There was a


    moment of silence before his voice rumbled like a volcano eruption. “Aurelia!”


    The girl froze.


    Neil was shaking in rage. Had she just gone after a frog while he professed his love!?


    Both of them stared right into each other’s eyes—Neil’s were bubbling with anger, while Aurelia’s were


    terror-stricken.


    Another momentter, Neil’s rage simmered and melted into fondness, and Aurelia’s frightened faze


    zipped back to life.


    The frog that was caught in a life-threatening crisis just now finally escaped its doom, and with perfect


    timing, it croaked.


    Neil paused before he huffed augh.


    Aurelia hurried to admit her fault. “Uncle, sorry, I didn’t know that you’re afraid of frogs…”


    “Who’s afraid!?” Neil was not about to admit to it. How was he supposed to maintain his masculinity


    and ego if word about this got out?


    “But your reaction just now—”


    “I was angry at you!”


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    How would Aurelia know that his feelings that he had mustered like he was going to perform a


    Shakespeare y had simply vanished into thin air over a frog croak?


    She had not even heard a word of his confession.


    That was how people were. Once they missed the burst of valor, they no longer had the courage to do


    it again.


    “Never mind, forget it…” Neil waved a hand. “I didn’t say anything.”


    To Neil’s dismay and disgust, Aurelia smiled softly and stroked the frog’s head.


    “Girls like cute kitties and dogs, but you’re treating the frog like a gem!”


    “Frogs catch pests. They’re our friends!”


    Furthermore, even mice were her friend when she lived in the basement. How would she be scared of


    a mere frog?


    “Uncle, you… don’t like these, do you?”


    Neil frowned, unable to tell her that he found these creatures dirty.


    The fireflies surrounded her, their light looming over her pretty face.


    He seemed to catch a wash of mixed feelings in her eyes.


    Aurelia freed the frog, and it hopped back into the deeper part of the forest. She straightened up and


    suddenlyughed, saying softly, “Actually… this is our difference.


    “I’ve caught rats, stepped on roaches, begged for food…” The curve on her lips was wry. “My hands


    are dirty. You’re seeing this version of me right now because I’m doing my best to bring light into my


    life, like my name…


    “Uncle, your hands are clean.”


    Neil’s heart lurched as he looked down to meet her eyes. Her eyes were clear and pure, but there was


    a nket of haze in them that he could not see through.