Chapter 137 [Fairy Tale] He Has a Little Gray Wolf (62)

Asi’s tail was held by Lade, and her hand was also gripped tightly in his.

Asi felt very uncomfortable.

However, every time she looked at Lade with a pitiful expression, he would return the gaze with one even more pitiful than her own. Asi was an understanding and kind girl, and since Lade was her favorite little white, she could only let him hold onto her obediently.

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Red Hood Town was as desolate as ever, with red silk ribbons fluttering in the wind along the way.

Asi saw them and could not help but sigh.

"Lade, these are so ugly," Asi said, frowning and pointing a finger at the red ribbons swaying in the breeze. "Why would anyone want to hang these things in their own home?"

Asi looked genuinely puzzled.

The entire Red Hood Town was devoid of people. Because of Lade, there was not a single plant left in the vicinity; anything that remained was reduced to a pile of withered branches.

The original thatched cottages and tiled houses were all draped in red cloth.

How to put it—it wasn't that they were ugly. It was just that in such a desolate place, it felt rather eerie.

Asi was so occupied with complaining to Lade about the aesthetic sense of the person who hung the ribbons that she failed to notice the sudden change in Lade’s expression.

The boy had curly silver hair and exquisite features. The red robe he wore only served to make him look incomparably beautiful. Yes, ever since Asi returned to Red Hood Town, Lade had changed into a red robe.

Even though he was a dark mage, he still wore a red cloak. From a distance, he looked like a... bridegroom?

"Is it very ugly?" Lade frowned as he looked at them, struggling to keep his composure. "It’s not that ugly, is it?"

He tightened his grip on Asi’s hand. Upon entering Red Hood Town, Lade had become much gloomier. If not for the lingering warmth of the girl in his palm, he might have lost his mind once again.

Asi knitted her brows, lost in deep thought for a long while. The little girl’s lips were pursed tightly, two small dimples showing faintly, her dark eyes fixed steadily on Lade.

Lade felt quite shy under Asi’s gaze. Subconsciously, his hand began to stroke the wolf tail wrapped around his waist.

"Ah," Asi said softly, her eyes flickering and shining brightly. She curled her lips into a smile and said, "Lade, you were the one who hung these up, right?"

Asi tilted her head, looking quite proud. "If Lade was the one who did this, then it looks good."

The tail wrapped around Lade’s waist reflexively slipped free, swaying incessantly behind Asi. It brushed against Lade’s arm, sending waves of tingling sensations through him.

Lade’s cheeks flushed. His ink-blue eyes seemed to overflow with radiant light.

"Because I did it, that’s why it looks good?"

Asi nodded and said very earnestly, "Yes, exactly."

"Why?"

Lade heard himself ask. Why—why, even though she clearly thought it was ugly, did she say it looked good the moment she found out he was the one who hung them up?

Asi did not hesitate for a second, stating firmly, "Because I like Lade."

She liked Lade the most. Lade, her little white.

The boy seemed stunned, his face filled with an expression of disbelief. Because... she liked him? A joy that felt like it would burst his heart surged within him.

"She—she didn't die?"

A trembling voice suddenly drifted from a house not far away. It was Dacier, Harris’s wife.