450.Chapter 450

Upon arriving home, Lyra rushed excitedly into her room with the flowers, whipped out her phone, and started snapping photos of the bouquet from every angle, her face beaming with joy. Finally, she pressed the flowers to her cheek and took a selfie.

Her eyes curved into crescents, radiant eyes and pearly white teeth shining in a bright, generous smile. It was hard to tell which was more beautiful: