When Little Fool saw the abyss-like, unfathomable depths of Farosa's eyes, she felt her spirit and soul completely submerge, her demeanor gradually becoming tame and cooperative.
"Where is Dad now?" Little Fool asked calmly.
"In my memory," Farosa pointed to her head.
"Will he come back?"
"When he thinks his work is done, he will leave on his own. It seems now, he has taken longer than expected, such dedication. I hope he can patch up my memories to be a bit more beautiful," Farosa murmured.
"Patch up memories?" Little Fool didn't understand.
