Waylen gazed at the children in the distance as they earnestly painted ceramic dolls.

He affectionately rubbed Rena's nose and asked, "You seem quite preoccupied today."

Rena smiled faintly.

She said in a low voice, “Waylen, I'm concerned about my uncle. I'm worried that he won't be able to make Cecilia happy even after he recovers."

Waylen's eyes held depth as he scrutinized her for a while before breaking into a smile.