In the gentle sunlight, the girl's long eyelashes fluttered twice, and her eyes, blue as roses, opened. The moisture in them seemed to tell anyone looking that she had just woken from a dream.
Beside the girl's bed, an old man in a short-sleeved shirt was earnestly reading a book in his hands, so engrossed that he hadn't even noticed her wake up.
"Jack...?" Seeing the old man before her, the girl paused and asked softly.
"Little Alia's finally awake. You slept for quite a while today. It's already noon. Are you feeling unwell?" Jack said, stroking her smooth golden hair.
"Mm, I'm not feeling unwell. I had a very long dream." The girl gazed at the azure sky outside the window and murmured.
Outside, a bird glided gently past.
