♱ Chapter • 94 ♱

♱ •⋅ 1750 A.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Loren ⋅• ♱

Abbadon’s eyes shone as she looked at the daffodils and I couldn’t help but smile when I finished singing.

"You sing very well, young master, that’s probably why they grow so beautiful" she said "the young master really looks like his mother, sings divinely."

My fac...