Breathing ragged and heart racing, Thssa stared at Lysander, her words deliberate and tense, "I''m not one for daydreams,


    and I''d appreciate it if Mr. Sinir didn''t try to force them on me!"


    Her statement, though resolute, carried an undertone of self-deprecation, echoing like a speck of dust in its insignificance.


    Once upon a time, she had indeed fantasized about marrying Lysander, and she had asked him more than once if he would ever


    take her as his wife. What was his response?


    He told her not to daydream!


    Now she was wide awake and clear-minded, and her only desire was to stay far away from Lysander.


    Yet there he was, showing up in the dead of night, proposing to her!


    Shock gave way to a bitter, mocking destion in Thssa.


    Lysander caught the rejection in her voice, along with the deste tone of a heart that had been wounded and scarred.


    His own heart clenched as though gripped by an invisible hand, the pain tightening its hold, making even his breaths heavy and


    labored.


    "Get some rest. I''lle for you in the morning," Lysander''s deep, smooth voice broke the silence as he stood and walked away.


    Thssa propped herself up in bed, the moonlight casting a ghostly glow on his retreating silhouette. She didn''t want to see him


    leave, but his overpowering presence was etched into her vision.


    The soft moonlight painted his dark figure with a frosty sheen, reminiscent of a winter''s night when leaves are coated with ayer


    of frost.


    It was a sight that sent an involuntary chill through her heart, an urge to flee.


    Lysander walked out the door and closed it gently behind him.


    The sound of the door shutting unleashed the tears Thssa had been holding back. Shey back down, her heart drowning in


    a wave of sour anguish.


    The next day, Thssa''s eyes snapped open to the morning sun so bright it nearly blinded her.


    Shielding her eyes, she came to full awareness. She got out of bed and went to check on the children, only to find their room


    empty!


    Asense of crisis hit her. Had Lysander taken the kids away?


    Panicked, she rushed outside and then saw four small figures in the vegetable patch, clustered around Astrid.


    “Astrid, Mom loves green beans. Let''s pick extra for her," Atticus’ little hands were full of green beans, yet his eyes were still on


    the nt, picking more.


    “Alright, you pick more so | can cook them for your momter," Astrid said fondly, patting Atticus’ head.


    Despite her eyes still swollen fromst night''s crying, the sight of the four adorable children brought a warm smile to her face.


    “Astrid, you like potatoes, right? Look how many | dug up!" Elowen held two potatoes with her chubby hands.


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    “Elowen, you''re so funny with mud all over your face," Dorian giggled, hisughter as clear as a bell.


    Elowen and Dorian were the household''s jesters.


    Wherever they were,ughter and joy were never far behind.


    "Do you want to y with mud too, Dorian?" Elowen asked mischievously.


    “No way!" Dorian protested.


    "Let''s be little kitties together."


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