Hilla refined the details of the final design and showed it to Halle repeatedly. She was ecstatic and asked, "Halle, does it look good? Will Bruce like it?"
Halle nodded all the time and replied that it looked good. Seeing that Hilla was going to ask again, Halle couldn't help but poke Hilla's forehead.
"That'll do. You're like this whole night. It's just a piece of clothing. Just change it if he doesn't like it."
"No, it's the first time for me to give him a present, and I should make it formal to show my sincerity."
Hilla looked at the design carefully, wiping it again and again, afraid that the dust would take shine off it.
Halle looked at Hilla, who treasured it so much, and shook her head helplessly.
If Bruce loved Hilla, he would be happy with whatever she gave him, even if it was a rag.
However, Hilla was in love. It was useless for Halle to say anything.
"You've toiled over modifying it countless times. You're quite sincere about it. What more do you want?"
