Garland City, late at night.

Nasque Street, 37.

A small transport truck came to a steady stop, and Alves got out of the car at the same time as Haruto Mimori.

"Haruto, move things down."

"Hmm!"

Alves walked to the gate and rang the doorbell.

Immediately after, the lights came on in the dark room, and in a few moments, Jon's voice came from inside the door.

"Who's out there?"

"Mr. Jon, I'm Alves."

After confirming that it was Alves, Jon slowly opened the door.

"Mr. Jon, I'm visiting late at night, I'm sorry."

"Is Mr. Clive asleep?"

Jon was unhappy about Alves' late-night visit, even if Alves said sorry.

"The master has already slept, if you have any problems, please come back tomorrow."

With that, Jon wanted to close the door and shut Alves out.

"Mr. Jon, please wake up Mr. Clive! I've helped him bring things back. ”

At this time, Haruto Mimori carried the wooden box and stood in front of Jon, revealing a corner of the inside.

"What is this?"

Jon was startled as he saw the blue in the wooden box.

"Clive Joyce has always wanted to get it back, and Blue Angel Margaret is here."

Jon was determined, knowing that he must inform Clive Joyce about this.

"Mr. Alves, please come in!"

"I'll go and inform my master."

"Excuse me."

With Haruto Mimori with him, Alves enters Clive Joyce's house again.

The two of them sat on the couch, and the wooden box containing the blue angel Margaret stood beside them.

It wasn't long before the two of them heard movement coming from upstairs, and then they saw Clive Joyce, full of excitement, and appeared with Jon's support.

"Margaret, where is she!"

Clive Joyce's gaze swept over Alves and Haruto Mimori, and finally stopped on the wooden box next to him.

Alves didn't say anything, and motioned with his eyes for Haruto Mimori to open the box.

At the moment when Harusto Mimori opened the box and revealed the statue inside, Clive Joyce, who was still supported by Jon, suddenly broke away from Jon and strode over.

In that way, it was as if the light was coming back to light, and the excited face turned flushed.

"Margaret, I'm finally seeing you again......"

Tears of excitement, nostalgia, and love flowed from the corners of Clive Joyce's eyes, and he stretched out his hands, which had no palms, and gently stroked the statue, as if he were afraid that his strength would be too strong and cause harm to the blue angel Margaret.

In Clive Joyce's eyes, the cold statue in front of him was his wife Margaret, a living person.

Alves did not bother Clive Joyce and Margaret to be together, and sat very quietly, waiting......

Calm night.

Flickering lights.

The coldness of Blue Angel Margaret warmed Clive Joyce's heart.

With softly calling words, Clive Joyce seemed to have an endless outpouring, and the three people who accompanied him became the most loyal listeners.

The night is long!

Time flies......

The morning sun warmly penetrated the window, sprinkled the whole room, and shone on the blue angel Margaret.

At this moment, the cold statue seems to have turned into a real angel, exuding a light that makes people feel peaceful and feel all the good.

It's beautiful, it's beautiful.

At this moment, Clive Joyce showed a smile full of love on his face, and Alves and Haruto Mimori's hearts were faintly moved, as if they were soothed by the warm light, soothing all impetuousness and distractions, leaving only peace and beauty.

"Margaret, I'll be with you right away......"

Alves woke up from his trance, and his heart was shocked.

Just now, he seemed to see the love story of Clive Joyce and Margaret, and became a witness to their love.

"This is the mind? No, it's the power of the heart! ”

Clive Joyce's gaze took his eyes off the statue for the first time, and he looked at Alves with a smile.

"Alves, thank you for helping me get Margaret back and fulfill my wish."

Alves shook his head slightly, and before he could speak, he heard Clive Joyce say:

"I want to have a quiet breakfast with Margaret, can you please wait?"

Alves nodded and said softly:

"Have a nice meal!"

In Alves's eyes, Clive Joyce at this time does not look like an old man hanging down the curtain at all, and his vitality is like pitch black, firefly tail lights, extremely vigorous.

"Thank you!"

Clive Joyce picked up the statue in both hands and walked away with steady steps.

···

Not long after, Jon, who also had not slept all night, personally brought a breakfast for Alves and Haruto Mimori, and said some words of thanks to the two.

Morning, nine o'clock.

Jon came to the living room again, bowed slightly, and said:

"Mr. Alves, master please come over, please come with me."

Alves stood up and nodded.

"Good!"

"Jingdou, you can wait for me here!"

With a command to Haruto Mimori, Alves followed Jon away.

With Jon leading him, Alves went straight to the master bedroom on the second floor.

"The master is waiting for you inside."

Jon opened the door for Alves, who thanked him and walked in softly.

Jon closed the door, tears blurred his eyes and he murmured softly.

"The host ......"

At this time, in the room with the door closed, I saw Clive Joyce's Alves again, and found that the spirit in his body had reached the point of running out of oil and lamp, and he could die at any time.

Clive Joyce, who was sitting in his chair, said very weakly:

"Alves, you're here!"

"I'm sorry! I don't even have the strength to stand up. ”

Clive Joyce's hand rested on the blue statue next to him, and there was only peace in his eyes except love.

Alves knew that Clive Joyce was taking his last breath in order to fulfill the promise he had made to himself.

In other words, he didn't dare to die easily until he fulfilled his promise to himself.

Clive Joyce was not afraid of death, he was afraid that Alves would be angry.

"Shall we start now, then?"

"Let's get started!"

Clive Joyce's tone was calm, and Alves activated his telekinesis in an instant.

Perfectly evolved!