"You're awake, Luo Xier." Frosia's voice came, blinked her eyes, and then helped the girl up.
"Are you feeling better?"
"Okay." Luo Xier's clear voice sounded, and then she turned to look at the young lady from the Landsworth family.
"Did you bring me back, Frosia?"
"Yes, you fainted suddenly at that time, which scared me. I used magic to check carefully, but could not find the reason. Later, I used the White Rose to calm you down slowly." Frosia touched Luo Xier's forehead, felt it, and found that the temperature was normal, so she put her hand down.
"Thank you, Frosia."
Luo Xier was also terrified. This situation was too sudden. Fortunately, Froshia was with her. If she hadn't been with someone she knew, it would have been dangerous. It seemed that she had to speed up her Angel Sequence training.
Luo Xier then got up and washed up, and was served by several maids. Then the chef prepared breakfast, and she felt as if she had returned to the days of the Chamber of Commerce.
The early morning sun was already slanting into the forest, filtering through the layers of shade, gilding the tender buds on the ground with a light golden hue. The sparse morning mist brought a refreshing breeze. Loran Hill walked down the white stone steps and waved goodbye to Frosia, who stood at the door.
"Are you free tonight, Frosia?"
"Of course." Frosia looked at the silver-haired girl in the morning light, curious why she suddenly asked this.
"Then I'll come find you in the evening." When saying this, Loran Hill felt like he was back in his childhood, looking for his friends to go out and play games secretly.
"Of course, you're most welcome~" Frosia replied with a smile.
After leaving the forest shrouded in morning mist, Loran Hill's silver hair gradually turned pure black, and emerald green wings appeared behind him as he flew towards the sky. High in the sky where no one knew where, a green wind began to swirl, and wisps of breeze gathered from all directions, and then began to blow towards the entire campus.
Whether it is the snow-covered towers in the north, the turbulent rivers in the south, the crowded towns in the west, the vibrant lakeside forests in the east, or the noisy school buildings in the center.
Ten thousand meters above the sky, countless pieces of information began to gradually converge and feed back into the consciousness, reflected in those emerald green eyes like flowing light.
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