Shade did not notice any signals appearing around him, but at least he knew he should speak after Flora at this moment:
"Ma'am, thank you for giving Flora life. From here on, I will hold her hand and lead her forward. I swear I will never let go."
The witch turned to him with a smile:
"You know, if we weren't standing before Mother's grave right now and I didn't want to lose control too much, I really would want to kiss you."
Embarrassed, Shade glanced at the gravestone again:
"Actually, there's something else I didn't mention just now. My romantic life—"
"No, there's no need to mention that."
Flora immediately stopped him:
"There's no need to tell one's parents everything, right? It's enough for Mother to know that I'm living happily. Once we close the door and live our own lives, Mother doesn't need to know every little detail."
After saying that, she wrapped her arms around Shade's neck and leaned against his shoulder. After taking a deep breath, she let him go again:
"Alright, this is enough. It settles one of my worries. I used to think that, as a witch, I would never marry in my life, and that when I saw Mother after death, she would surely blame me. Now I don't need to worry about that. Even if Mother were still alive, she would definitely think I had good taste. Let's go back. I've finished all your oil paintings. Do you want to see them later?"
Shade was still worried that the slumbering lady might blame him, but fortunately, Shade was not afraid of ghosts, and brave Little Mia would protect him.
Visiting her mother's grave did not make Flora sad. Instead, it made her happy. On the road back to the city, she told