Watson let out a soft chuckle, then dissolved into the air like ink. Lorenzo stared at the spot where he disappeared, hesitated for a moment before showing a familiar smile to Mrs. Van Rudd, and then walked into the door.
Human emotions are always disjointed, even his own. He didn't want to show that angry expression to Mrs. Van Rudd.
Walking into the warm house, Lorenzo found that the living room had greatly changed. The fire in the fireplace blazed vigorously, and many decorations stored in the cabinet had been taken out and hung in various places, giving the place a cozy family atmosphere, as if a festival was approaching.
Lorenzo looked at these and said somewhat helplessly.
"Mrs. Van Rudd, it's just the start of winter in Old Dunling. There's still quite some time until Divine Birthday; there's no need to decorate so early, is there?"
