My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

"Young master? Young master? Where are you?"

The Lockwood family's housekeeper stepped out of the car, searching for Orion. When he saw him standing on the steps, he was about to run over but was stopped by Theodore.

"Hold on."

He looked at the scene not far away-a little girl was holding Orion's hand, putting a band-aid on him.

Orion had his head down, staring at her as if he were entranced. The usual cold and gloomy aura around him seemed to dissipate, as if he were bathed in sunlight And the girl was none other than Xanthea Nightshade, the precious daughter of the Nightshade family, the one Orion wanted.

"What a harmonious scene," the housekeeper couldn't help but smile at the sight. "It's been a long time since I've seen young master like this."

Orion hadn't said a word, but he was completely different from his usual cold and silent behavior. For a moment, it seemed like he was back in the days when Mr. and Mrs. Lockwood were still alive.

"All done!

Xanthea finished applying the band-aid, instructing him not to get it wet and to change it in a few hours.

Orion twitched his fingers. He looked at the beautiful butterfly on the band-aid and nodded.

Most kids their age were noisy and mischievous, always using childish tricks to get her attention, which she found utterly annoying. But he was quiet and exceptionally well-behaved.

She was tempted to pat his head but paused, then she thought: maybe he was like this because he didn't have parents, or because of the scars on his face.

She wanted to ask if he was the boy they had rescued from the fire, but she was afraid of reopening his wounds, so she held back.

"If anyone ever bullies you again, just to tell me. I'll stand up for you!"

She declared, fists clenched with determination.

Onion looked up, seemingly surprised that she would say that He wasn't afraid of being bullied, not at all. In fact, if being bullied meant he could see her, he even looked forward to it.

Xanthea mistook his silence for doubt. After all, she was small, and a level-three wind could blow her over. Her clenched fist was the size of lollipops.

guy around, and everyone is afraid of him!"

"You don't believe me? I might not be strong, but my brother is! He's the toughest guy

"As long as he's around, no one will dare to hurt us!"

Orion's thick eyelashes lowered, concealing the resolve in his eyes.

He wanted to grow up quickly to protect her.

"Did you come to the hall today to hear me sing? Is that rose for me? Are you my fan?"

He nodded.

Xanthea's eyes lit up with joy as she accepted her new little admirer.

"Actually, I don't like roses much. I prefer irises!"

Inses?

"There are over twenty thousand types of inses in the world, each unique, each with its own special meaning. And they look like butterflies!"

"I often dream of a mountain full of irises, with every type imaginablen When they bloom, it's like the mountain is covered in butterflies dancing in the wind. It'll be beautiful."

"Young master, it's getting late. We should go."

The housekeeper and Theodore walked up the steps, reluctant to interrupt their conversation When Orion saw them, the light in his dark eyes bright with imagination dimmed at their approach. He was clearly reluctant.

Theodore sensed his unwelcome attitude but knew it was indeed late, and it was raining. If they played any longer; the two little ones might catch a cold.