"Feiliya."
Hmm...
"Feiliya, wake up."
Who? Who's calling me?
"Feiliya, stop sleeping, you need to wake up."
Stop it, stop it, I'm getting up now!
At the call of the familiar voice, the girl with emerald eyes unconsciously rubbed her eyes and then sat up from the ground, looking around bewilderedly at her surroundings.
Lawns, fountains, ponds, open terraces... stone paths patterned with moss, beautifully sculpted statues with chipped edges, untended greenery with withered yellow patches, a garden in decay and ruin overgrown with weeds, everything appearing so unfamiliar, yet so familiar...
This is... the old garden behind the palace?
"You're finally awake."
Looking at Feiliya, sitting dazedly on the withered grass, her hair in disarray, Prince Andre behind her couldn't help but chuckle softly. He continued setting up the easel, speaking with a hint of nostalgia:
