Chapter 67 The Butterflies That Never Die
- COLDEN’S POV
- At times, my head was aching asking why I did not get bored of staring at Eira. I had no special feelings, I was sure—am I sure?
- My heart was pumping so recklessly. I did not mind if she melt due to my stare. I held a small flower on the ice floor. I stepped slowly towards her. The world seemed slowly moving while I was marching in her direction. She created narrowed eyes while observing me putting the small yellow flower at the back of her right ear. I thought she would be frowned. She made a lovely stretch in her lips. She grasped the flowers, chuckling, putting it all to the back of my ear. Her mood was like a bright blue sky. If she was cute when she was annoyed, she looked wonderful with her light heart and wide smirk. I had never seen her laughing like it was the end of the world.