Golden Melody (Editing)

Chapter 142

Chapter 142

Zatariel's point of view

By the time we finished—
It was already 7 PM.

Impressive. A very productive day.

We had successfully reduced an entire warehouse into three categories:

Sell.

Keep.

Emotionally complicated.

Asha stood in front of one particular box.

Pouting.

I paused a few steps behind her.

Inside were smaller items.

Dolls.
Worn, but carefully preserved.

Clothes.
Folded with unreasonable precision.

She picked one up.

A tiny pink cloth.

Then another— in blue.

Oohh, a matching twin set.

"...These are from when we were kids," she said quietly.

I stepped closer.

Twin bunny onesies.

"I used to wear this," she continued, holding one up,
"And Jayson looks too innocent in it."

I nodded once.

"Yeah, but that's too small now to fit Jayson."

She did not laugh.

Ok... Let her keep being emotional for a while.

She stared at them for a moment longer.

Then exhaled.

"...I don't want to give them away."

"You are not," I replied.

She glanced at me.

I gestured toward the box.

"You are reallocating them," I said calmly.
"To individuals who may actually use them."

A brief pause.

"Objects are meant to serve a purpose," I added.
"Not... remain in storage until they become historical artifacts."

She sniffed slightly.
Subtle.
But noticeable.

"...You're bad at comforting people," she muttered.

"I am being practical, Ash."

"You're being annoying sometimes."

"I know, now stop crying." I took my handkerchief and wiped her tears.

She looked at the onesies again.

Then—
Carefully—

Place them in the sell box.

The decision has been made.

We sealed the final box.

And just like that—
The warehouse task was complete.

We walked back to the mansion together.

Side by side.

Quiet.
Tired.

Dinner was already prepared when we arrived.

The table was set.

The atmosphere—
Deceptively peaceful.

And seated there—
Still alive, fully recovered, and sitting too comfortably—