The next day, the chill in early autumn was pressing, and it takes a coat to go out in the morning.
William came out of the room and saw a figure jumping in the flowers and plants in the garden.
Eagle eyes narrowed slightly, and the rich eyes locked on the figure. After seeing who it was, he took a step forward and stood on the veranda.
"What are you doing?"
The figure moving between flowers and plants stopped, raised head, and revealed a delicate face. The beautiful fox's eyes and tail were slightly glowing with a red tide, and the drizzle overflowed.
"Good morning, Master Seven."
William hangs his eyes.
Mary Kinson came from among the flowers and plants, holding a glass bottle with a long neck and half a bottle of water in it.
William's eyes hang on her lips, and there are scab marks on her lower lip, which is the wound he bit last night.
Mary Kinson looked up at him.