C292 Can i be your bride when i grow up(2)

Shulo took her little hand and prepared to drive her home, the sky of Greenland clear and cloudless, a few bouquets of wildflowers, timidly small blooms on the roadside, a pink-yellow wreath, quietly opening small insinuating petals like the pure eyes of a newborn, peering into this strange world.

"I am thirteen years old! "I've grown up!"

Anne announced loudly to Shulo, excited