The Little Orange Elf

Hearing this, Hazel left contentedly.

The servants and bodyguards who had come to protect her also dispersed and returned to their posts to perform their duties.

It was quiet again under the osmanthus tree.

Hazel was a little late when she was sent to school, and the school gate was empty.

Today, her little schoolbag was exceptionally heavy, and the panda decorated outside was also bulging. From a