It was a sunny summer day today. Birds were singing loudly from the early morning, enjoying life. Omega, dressed in modest gray robes, sat in the shade of the trees in the farthest corner of the imperial garden, where no one went, embroidering flowers on a silk scarf. His dark hair was gathered in a careless bun, and was trying to fall on Charlie's soft face.

Omega made another stitch on the blue fabric, the outlines of delicate lilies became more and more distinct.