My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

The little girl was enthusiastically sharing her knowledge, but Orion's gaze gradually shifted to her.

Her curved, smiling eyes shimmered like a crescent moon cradled by stars, bright and brilliant.

The night was serene, a gentle breeze in the air, as begonia petals gracefully fell upon her. He suddenly wanted to kiss his little angel and wished that time would stop at this moment, so he could be with her forever.

"Which constellation is your favorite?"This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

Xanthea's question snapped him out of his reverie, making him tum his face away guiltily, pointing towards the constellation of Vulpecula in the sky.

"Vulpecula? Why's that?"

Xanthea, puzzled, touched her chin. Vulpecula was quite faint

-Because it resembled you.

"My favorite is....

As Xanthea was about to share her favorite constellation, she noticed the butterfly band-aid still stuck on his finger from yesterday

"Yikes!"

"Why didn't you listen and take off the band-aid?!"

She grabbed his finger, and Orion slightly retracted it.

"Leaving it on for so long could lead to an infection!"

She gently removed the band-aid from his finger, revealing the skin beneath had turned a bit white, and blew on it.

"How can you be so smart yet so silly?"

He just couldn't bear to remove it.

After blowing on it, Xanthea found herself unwilling to let go of his finger.

Initially, she thought he was just a lonely, pitiable mute, and couldn't help but care for him. But gradually, she realized he wasn't lonely at all. His heart was warm, generous, and intelligent. His eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, were also incredibly beautiful. Maybe, he'd even start to speak slowly.

All these realizations were hers alone, and a sense of possessiveness grew in her heart as she held his hand tightly.

"Are we friends now?"

Orion blushed and nodded shyly.

"Friends should exchange names. I'm Xanthea, people around call me Xanthea, my family calls me Xan, you can pick whatever you like!" Orion's lashes fluttered, seemingly hesitant.

He stretched out his hand, slowly writing letters on the ground-Xannie.

He wanted something special, just for him.

"Xannie?" Xanthea looked at him in surprise, "That's cute!"

No one had ever called her Xannie before, just like no one knew how good he was. This was a secret just between the two of them.

"What about you? What's your name?"

Xanthea looked at him expectantly, only to see him write five intricate ve letters on the ground-Orion,

The name sounded lovely!

"Then I call you Ori, okay?"

She loved her elder brothers the most, and she liked him tọa, so he' would be her Orl.

"Okay."

"From today on, we're friends. Let me om mark you" Xanthea rummaged through her backpack, pulling out a market and drew an iris on the front of his white shirt, "This flower means On belongs to Xannie."

Orion looked down, staring at her in a daze, and responded in his heart Okay, I belong to Xannie.