"If someone took you away from your sister and you could never see her again, would you be happy?"
Mason Carter frowned and shook his head, "Mason would be sad…"
"Then would the dragonflies be happy if you don't let them fly in the sky?"
Mason Carter hesitated, "They would be very sad."
"So, what should you do?"
"Let them fly to the sky." Although Mason Carter was reluctant, he still opened his hand, and the dragonflies gradually began to fly from his palm. Their wings were damp, so they flew low and not far.
"Why aren't they flying high?" Mason Carter said, reaching out to grab them.
Amelia Clarke stopped him and coaxed, "Their wings are wet from the rain; they can't fly well. Once their wings dry, they'll be able to fly. Let's go inside."
Owen Moreland followed behind the two, lips slightly curved, and his profound gaze enveloped Amelia Clarke like a net.
The three had just entered the living room when the video phone in the foyer rang.
