She didn't hide the joy on her face. Her eyes, filled with a joyful smile, sparkled brightly. The morning sun fell into her eyes, making them seem even darker and softer, like glittering jewels.
Although her complexion was still somewhat pale, it was no longer purely haggard. With a gleam in her eyes, she seemed to have gained a lot of vitality.
This is the state that Maxwell Saxon loves most.
The Scarlett Yates in his memory was a little girl who was always full of energy, often with a smile on her face. Being with her, one would be infected by her cheerful mood.
He finally saw her smile again, a smile full of vitality and vigor, like a sunflower blossoming in the sunshine.
But this smile was not blooming for him.
Maxwell Saxon's heart began to feel conflicted again.
He liked her smile, but he was jealous of the man who could make her smile so happily.
The doctor left after giving a few instructions.
