When Harry Hunter returned home filled with anger and smoke, what he saw was a warm and joyful scene.
Isabella Weaver was standing in front of the mirror, wearing a long dress, her smile a mix of sweetness and shyness.
Aunt Hart was smiling broadly as she helped arrange her hair, jokingly saying that it would be perfect if she had a crown.
Aunt Spring was eagerly comparing a few necklaces that Harry Hunter bought for Isabella Weaver, saying with great difficulty, that any of them looked good, and she didn't know how to choose.
The anger in Harry Hunter's body dissipated quickly, the coldness faded away, and his gaze became gentle.
He had never imagined that one day his home could be so warm, lively, and filled with laughter.
When Isabella Weaver turned around and saw him, she smiled at him, "You're back!"
As if such greetings had happened thousands of times in both past and present lives, Harry Hunter suddenly felt that this scene was very familiar.
