The True Heiress is the Reserved Fiancé's Exclusive Memory

Koa Jackson initially could still see Mia Ginger when he turned back.

She was far behind him, moving slowly like a snail.

Later—

Gone when he turned his head.

Having only run two-thirds of the usual route, he turned back and jogged to find Mia Ginger.

The little girl was sitting on the stone bench by the roadside, dozing off.

"Mia Ginger."

Koa Jackson chuckled helplessly, called from above.

Mia Ginger jolted up, uttering a strange sound before nearly falling to the side.

Koa Jackson quickly grabbed her arm, "What’s wrong?"

"My leg’s numb." Mia Ginger frowned at him, mumbling softly, "It also hurts, my teeth hurt, my stomach really hurts."

"..." Koa Jackson glanced at her, "Can you walk?"

"No."

Mia Ginger didn’t hold back at all.

The sky brightened significantly, and she felt like she’d run for at least half an hour, utterly exhausted, unwilling to run back.

"Get on, I’ll carry you."

Koa Jackson gave her a look, turned around, and crouched down halfway.

Mia Ginger quickly climbed onto his back, her slender arms wrapping tightly around his neck.

Koa Jackson stood up almost choking.

Mia Ginger quickly released a bit, her hands clasping his shoulders instead, tilting her head with a smile, "Thanks, Brother Jackson."

"Hmm," Koa Jackson didn’t look back, "Carry you and suddenly I’m a brother?"

Wasn’t she calling uncle just now?

Does he look that old?

Koa Jackson frowned at the thought, suddenly feeling that being called uncle wasn’t out of place.

At least Justin Leaf believed it directly.

Here specially for vacation in Cloud Capital during summer.

"Hmm," Mia Ginger felt slightly embarrassed recalling the earlier joke, resting her chin on his shoulder, murmured, "Calling uncle won’t cost you, you’re taking advantage of me."

Koa Jackson snorted with mild irritation.

Walked steadily.

Mia Ginger was very light, carrying her felt almost weightless, like a thin piece of paper.

"Does your leg still hurt?"

"I don’t know."

"..." Koa Jackson slightly turned his head, "What do you mean you don’t know?"

"It’s numb, no feeling." Mia Ginger earnestly finished, holding on to his shoulders, glanced at her dangling leg, helplessly said, "Still kinda numb."

The two were very close, her warm breath tickled Koa Jackson’s cheek.

Tingly.

With a little minty freshness.

Koa Jackson subconsciously glanced at her twice more.

Mia Ginger’s skin was fair, no freckles or blemishes on her face, in the sunlight like fine white porcelain, delightful to look at. Her slender eyebrows were soft, water apricot eyes bright and black, now slightly curved with a smile, appearing cute and agreeable, youthful and pure.

Like the tender buds of early spring, or a bright dewdrop on a summer morning.

Even the little girl had such a side.

Unlike the always wary hedgehog, more like a soft sticky little kitten.

Koa Jackson turned his head away.

Mia Ginger climbed up his shoulder again, softly negotiated, "Brother Jackson, is it okay if I don’t go back in the afternoon? I want to stay a few more days."

"Hmm?" Koa Jackson’s tone slightly rose.

"I’ve had a fight with Zuri Ginger," Mia Ginger slightly pursed her lips, "I want some peace for a few days, don’t want to go home for now."

Charlotte’s suddenly warm attitude made her uncomfortable.

She didn’t want to face Zuri Ginger and Bob Ginger, needed a quiet space for writing, and mainly, she needed time to visit Camilia Davis at the hospital.