Wrapping his arms around his neck, Orin planted a big, wet kiss on Edwin's cheek.

Leaning close to his ear, Orin whispered in a childish lilt, "I haven't wished my uncle a Happy New Year yet. May your fortunes soar!"

The innocent tone in Orin's voice entertained Edwin, eliciting a robust laugh from him.

Reaching into his pocket, Edwin pulled out a giftbox and pressed it into Orin's palm, saying, "And I wish you health and heaps of happiness, Orin."

With a smile, Orin replied, "Thank you."

Then, his gaze landed on the petal birthmark that lay on the table. His eyes went wide with surprise. "Why do you have a picture of Aunt Clara? Do you know her, too?"

Edwin's heart skipped a beat at the question. Staring at Orin, he stammered, "What did you say?" sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

photo album. He said it's from when she was in college, wearing her dance costume. She looked so pretty." Edwin felt as if

a petal on Clara's back. Why hadn't he noticed it at Rose's birthday bash? Was Orin mistaken, or was there more to the

and the picture of the petal and

furrowed at the sight of Edwin carrying Orin down. "Why is Edwin carrying you?

Orin down and handed Anders the

for a moment, then nodded nonchalantly. "Saw it once when she was dancing.

or something

club in college. Every time

to keep his composure, he asked, "Has Clara ever been injured on

looked puzzled. "Don't you know about the time Heidi threw acid

he had been

his eyes, only to find the

it was as if he was looking at his own mother. Not just him, but his grandmother's family

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