Tears rolled down from her eyes as she choked up and nodded, "I do, Kyle Kinston, I'm willing to marry you!"
He stood up and wiped her tears, "There, there, don't cry. Seeing you like this always leaves me at a loss." Her tears always left him helpless.
She broke into a smile through her tears, "I'm crying because I'm happy." As she spoke, she looked at him earnestly, "Kyle, meeting you in this life is truly wonderful."
He froze for a moment and then smiled gently, "Yes, it's wonderful." He lowered his head and kissed away her tears, wanting to kiss away all her sadness, hoping her face would only have joy left on it.
Compared to tears, he wanted to see her smile even more.
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When Owen Finley arrived at the Harris Gallery, he only saw Daniel Harris in the studio. The smell of alcohol was all over him as he stared dazedly at the paintings. This dilapidated appearance was completely out of line with his usual aloof elegance.
