Not long after.
He broke free from the swirl of memories.
He maintained a unique calmness and steadiness, looking forward, he signaled, "Julian, drive straight and then turn right. I'll take you to a place and give you a gift to celebrate our brotherhood today."
"A gift?"
Julian's interest was piqued, and he drove along the route outlined for him.
Soon.
They arrived at a scenic spot on the outskirts.
The lush grass swayed gently.
The streams babbled quietly.
A wooden house stood on the green slope.
A man and a woman were lazily lying at the door, basking in the warm sunlight.
What a leisurely and pleasant life!
From a distance, time seemed to stand still here, slowing down.
On the lawn, the young Terry Linton, lying on the right, caught the slightest hint of movement with his sharp ears and sprang up like a carp, seeing his king at home bringing Julian along, he immediately stepped up to greet them with a cheeky grin:
"Marco, you're back."
