Chapter 673 A Missing Girl
Norah, akin to a tourist with earbuds in place, got off the bus at a well-known bus stop and snapped a few photos.
Lush greenery and meticulously crafted decorations hinted at a dedicated landscaping team.
As Norah strolled, she found a small music fountain. It gleamed with colorful lights synchronized to the music, as water columns spurted up and down, captivating numerous children who joyfully ran through it.
A gentle breeze whispered through the trees as a full moon, like a silver coin, ascended in the twilight sky.
"What a stunning sight!"
Norah breathed, stopping at the fountain. She watched in a daze, as kids darted around the fountain, their faces alight with joy, their watchful parents ever-present.
Gazing up at the moon, a pang of longing for her own family tightened her chest.
Seeking solace, Norah perched on a roadside bench, closing her eyes and tilting her head back to immerse herself in the music.
The soft glow of streetlamps illuminated her face, attracting glances from passersby.
"Pretty lady, you're so sparkly!" A sweet voice shattered the serenity.
Norah's eyes fluttered open.
A three-year-old girl clad in a fluffy pink dress, blinked her giant eyes at Norah with undisguised admiration.
Horah's lips curved into a genuine smile.
"Thank you, sweetie. You're pretty adorable yourself."
Gently ruffling the girl's hair, Norah inquired, "Where's your полку?"
The girl gnawed on a thumbnail, shaking her head solemnly. "Lost Hommy. You here to help me find her, right?"
The little girl showed no fear, clinging to Norah's leg with an adorably persuasive pout.
"Pretty lady, can you help me?"
It turned out this girl was separated from her mother. Remarkably brave, she wasn't a tearful mess, instead calely seeking help from strangers. A pang of protectiveness surged through Norah.
With a gentle squeeze of the little girl's cheek, Norah promised, "Alright, let's find your nommy."
The area wasn't huge, but it lacked security personnel..
Norah stowed her earbuds and crouched down, picking up the little girl with surprising ease.
The little girl clung to her neck silently, a quiet confidence radiating from her.
"Hommy must be worried sick," she whispered, her voice barely a murmur.
"I'm sure she is," Norah replied, holding her close.
They made their way to the busiest section of the park.
A young woman, frantic with worry, was questioning passersby.
"Aurora! Aurora, where are you? Excuse me, have you seen my
daughter? Three years old, pink dress..."
Tears welled in her eyes as she received negative responses, her voice growing more desperate with each inquiry.
"Aurora, come out! I'm so worried..."
Suddenly, a wave of relief washed over her. In the distance, she spotted a beautiful woman holding a little girl who looked remarkably like her missing child.
Ignoring everything else, she sprinted towards them.
The little girl in Horah's arms got excited and shouted, "Hommy! Hommy!" her joyous reaction silencing the woman's questions before they even arose.
The young woman engulfed her daughter in a fierce hug, her grip tightening as if afraid to let go. "Aurora, I told you not to wander off! You scared me half to death."
Her voice, though laced with a reprimand, held a tremor of overwhelming love. Cradling her daughter like precious a treasure, she held on for a long sement.
"Sorry, Rosny, the girl sumbled into her ear. "This pretty lady helped me find you."
The woman's gaze then met Norah's, filled with gratitude that transcended words.