In those days, no romance could ever unfold openly under the gaze of others.
Because deep down in every person was a stubborn adherence to old traditions.
Some words, if spoken aloud, could turn the budding feelings between two close comrades into bitter hatred.
That year, Grayson Forrest was only eighteen, and there were things he didn't dare to say easily.
Even though he was a man with convictions, he still had to respect the prevailing customs of the time.
He had never said anything to Matilda about liking her.
But from that day onward, something quietly changed in him—someone who usually avoided conversing with girls suddenly picked up a habit.
Every day, he would help Matilda with her lessons in the courtyard of the village brigade.
During that time, Matilda studied, and he studied too.
To others, they were simply two people engaged in tutoring sessions—nothing more.
Grayson was always curious about whether Matilda had any feelings for him.
But he didn't dare to ask.
