Adrian Law always understood Cecilia Vaughn's intentions.
She was unwilling to be a dodder flower clinging to a towering tree, unwilling to become his weakness. Hence, he was willing to accompany her in growing together, waiting for her to become a mighty tree, jointly facing storms.
His Cecilia was never a flower in a greenhouse. Life gave her so many hardships, yet it never wore down her edges. Instead, it allowed her to take root and sprout on the cliffside, quietly blooming her own brilliance.
The man lowered his gaze and smiled, his long fingers gently brushing over the over-one-meter-long red brocade box.
"Cecilia, aren't you going to open and see what's inside?"
...
Adrian Law actually gave her a gift?
Could it be some special day today?
Cecilia Vaughn stared blankly at Adrian Law, and then somewhat curiously swept her gaze over the long brocade box, utterly unable to guess what might be inside.
