When you look at me, I happen to be looking at you, too.
In George Weasley's eyes, Celia Jensen saw a clear spring flowing quietly, and the unease in her heart suddenly gave way to calm.
There will never be another person like you, taking root in my life with such a unique and commanding presence. You are the soil that nourishes me, and the sunlight that guides me.
This is a story about growing together and keeping each other company. Love comes naturally, and exists in every second we spend together.
The female lead only pretends to have transmigrated and doesn't know the plot. She's basically unrelated to the main storyline.
This story exists entirely because of my deep love for Oliver Phelps. I won't rest until I get those long legs.
