A Fragrance Carried by the Wind
"Sigh…" She heaved a long sigh of relief to ease the awkward atmosphere.
The cave finally became quiet again.
The faint glow of the Spiritual Mana Powered Cave illuminated the stone walls with a soft silver-blue radiance. Tiny streams of water trickled down the rocks, creating a gentle rhythm that echoed through the underground sanctuary.
Maya stood with her back partially turned toward Leon.
Her long blue hair swayed lightly as she tried to calm the storm inside her heart.
Just moments ago, she had nearly fallen into the dried Mana Lake.
And just moments ago, she had been pulled into Leon's arms.
The memory refused to leave.
No matter how hard she tried.
Just as she was about to say something, Leon suddenly tilted his head slightly and looked at her with a curious expression.
"It smells so good, Senior Sister..."
Maya froze.
Leon stepped a little closer, as if seriously studying a rare treasure.
