Today's conversation with Lady Filia made Loran Hill feel the melancholy of the passage of time.
I feel like I have done a lot, but I have also missed a lot. Even though as a witch I have plenty of time to realize some of my ideas, those who walk with me may not have such leisure.
In a few decades, many of them will slowly pass away, and how should I face it then?
Continue making new friends? I always feel that I am not the kind of person who is keen on socializing. Maybe I will gradually get used to being alone.
She opened her arms, her body like a cross, and she jumped lightly on the street, then landed lightly, recalling familiar faces in her mind.
Now I understand why Titus, Chris and the others take such good care of me.
Perhaps, witches are also afraid of loneliness.
The past of Lagertis came to mind again, and was recalled in Loran Hill's mind.
In this way, after walking along the long street, she finally stopped in front of the gate of the Carites Chamber of Commerce again.
"Welcome back, Miss." The familiar voice sounded in her ears again. Loran Hill opened her eyes and looked at the warm and familiar faces. Her heart suddenly felt a lot warmer.
"Well, I'm back."
Although everything will eventually fall apart, at least now, she has a group of good friends and many people who love her.
Giving up the present beauty for the sake of future events is something only a fool would do.
At least for now, let her spend this peaceful time.
Waving in response to the people in the Chamber of Commerce, Loran Hill walked into the bustling Carites courtyard, and then walked into the kitchen with the smell of fireworks.
"Why is the young lady here?" Chelsea rushed over with two maids after hearing this.
"If you cook, there will be a lot of smoke." She looked at the pretty and delicate girl and always felt that letting Loran Hill cook was a waste of food.
"It's nothing. Actually, I just felt itchy and wanted to make something for everyone." Loran Hill said in a slightly coquettish tone. This look was so rare that it surprised Chelsea for a moment.
"Sister Chelsea knows this too, I used to like making my own meals in the yard. I'm actually quite good at cooking, so don't worry about that."
Under Loran Hill's insistence, Chelsea had to give up and no longer stop the young lady's idea.
"In that case, let's come and help. I used to work in a bar when I was young, and I was in charge of the kitchen for a long time when Angus first established the Chamber of Commerce." Chelsea suggested and then joined in.
"OK."
As he spoke, Loran Hill rolled up his sleeves, clear water flowed between his fingers, the soft flour was stirred and kneaded in the basin, the fresh vegetables were quickly cut with a knife, and the delicious seasonings were prepared one by one.
And tonight, it was another sleepless and lively night in the Carites Chamber of Commerce.
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