When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 604: A Gift Prepared Especially for Her

"Well, hurry up and eat!" She was very expectant, happy like a little princess.

Because she felt that listening to Byron Moss’s class was actually a kind of spiritual baptism; to her, every minute and second was precious.

Byron Moss had the aura of an artist, which was her favorite aspect. Even when he ate, he was very graceful, chewing softly without making any noise.

He just sat quietly opposite her, making Kylie Fletcher feel happy, wishing time could slow down a bit.

"Byron, why did you learn calligraphy?" She was quite curious, so she asked him, "Is it because your father is a calligraphy teacher, and you were influenced by him since you were young?"

"The calligraphy profession has no real barriers," Byron answered her. "Anyone can pick up a pen and write a bit, and the evaluation standards are unclear, which causes an awkward situation where many people hesitate about whether they should learn calligraphy."

"Hmm?" She didn’t quite understand but was very interested. "So why did you learn calligraphy?"

Byron finished the last sip of broth in the insulated bowl. "In other words, those who professionally study it don’t necessarily write better than amateurs. Those who write well don’t necessarily fare better than those who write poorly. It’s mainly a hobby of mine. In fact, calligraphy is like a separate world; the deeper you go, the more you need to research with a calm mind."

With such profound words, she looked at him admiringly, as if not paying attention to what he was saying. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

After eating breakfast, Byron took her upstairs.

They had just arrived at the adult calligraphy classroom, with an hour before the class started for the children, meaning Byron had time.

Just when Kylie Fletcher thought he was going to get the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone to teach her calligraphy, he took a special canvas bag off the shelf, "This is for you." He handed it to her.

"For me??" The girl was pleasantly surprised and then joyfully took it, "It’s so beautiful! Did you paint this?"

"Yes, painted just for you, custom-made." Byron said as he turned to select a brush.

Kylie Fletcher happily admired the bag. The canvas had a beige surface with a poem written on both sides—

"Spring prosperously, summer peacefully; autumn contentedly, winter joyously."

"Joyful and successful, everything is possible."

On one side was a blooming lotus, the color was very vibrant.

On the other side was the slender silhouette of a young girl, which she also liked very much.

"Thank you, Mr. Moss!" Upon receiving this special gift, Kylie Fletcher felt no jealousy at all.

However, her relationship with Byron Moss did not progress.

Because he never said anything to her, he just didn’t avoid her as much.

The training class was right here, and the little girl pursued closely, leaving Byron nowhere to hide.

And she, to avoid pushing him away, did not confess again.

Some things, as long as she doesn’t say them, and he doesn’t refuse, won’t be awkward, right?

She was a "seven-second memory" fish, and had already forgotten what it was like when he rejected her.

Today, Adrian Lancaster received two phone calls in the afternoon.

One of the calls informed him that the man wearing a baseball cap might be named Victor Lane, as the landlord vaguely recalled the name...

"Then check Victor Lane, to see if Elias Young has this person around him," Adrian Lancaster said somberly. This vague memory was uncertain, offering little hope.

"Alright."

"Wait." Before hanging up, he thought of something and added, "Also, check Melanie Lancaster."

"..." That was his aunt! The other party was clearly surprised by the directive but quickly replied, "Yes."

"Report recent news daily, through phone calls," Adrian Lancaster instructed. "Carefully investigate the people around Melanie Lancaster."

"Understood, President Lancaster. I will call you at eight every evening."

"Hmm."

After ending the call, Adrian Lancaster in the office gazed deeply out the window, lost in thought.

The investigation into Claire Keller’s whereabouts was still ongoing, with no idea when the results would come.