In his eyes, there was a hint of sadness, and he looked at her for a very, very long time, long enough that Scarlett Yates began to feel uneasy. He finally broke the silence, "The button you gave me that night, I really like it. It's the best birthday gift I've ever received, Scarlett, thank you."
His dark, still eyes deeply staring at her, with a flicker of fiery light at the bottom of his eyes. His hand gently moved, slender and fair fingers brushed across the buttons on the cuff, solemnly saying, "Your gesture, I will always treasure like a jewel."
Scarlett Yates' fork dropped onto the table.
She stared at the spot where his fingers had brushed, and after a moment of surprise, her expression slowly turned complex.
She looked at that button in a daze, "The button… wasn't it crushed by Senior Sister Wood?"
On the cuff of Henry Dales' shirt, there unmistakably lay the pair of buttons she had given him.
Even slightly deformed buttons, he didn't mind.
