"What do you want to drink?" Lana asked with a sweet smile on her face.

Unconsciously, Glara let out a sigh of relief. "Anything, Aunt, as long as it's not too much trouble."

Lana smiled again and walked towards the kitchen. Glara and Bhuvi waited in the living room, observing Gama, who was busy drawing on the canvas given by Lana. Although Gama wasn't very good at writing yet, given his young age, for some reason, every stroke he made seemed meaningful.

"Feel free to drink. I'm sorry, Aunt, I don't have any other drinks in stock." Lana placed two cups of warm tea on the table.

She then sat...