Seraphina Caldwell's eyebrows furrowed slightly, her eyes full of confusion.
"It's not bad. Just like your hair, your eyes, it's quite fitting... Looks pleasing."
In Kaelan Hawthorne's heart, the tense string snapped in this moment.
Yet whenever she spoke softly and her gaze fell on him, there was always a stirring in his heart.
He didn't dare admit it, afraid it was just an illusion.
But when his shadow fell completely into her eyes, she did not avoid it; instead, she smiled faintly.
At that moment, he suddenly understood.
Seraphina truly changed.
No calculations, no deceit—just clearly, she had improved.
Actually, he had liked her for a long time.
From the first time she stubbornly stood in front of him, gritting her teeth and saying "I won't leave," his heart had already surrendered.
He was just too afraid, afraid that if he got close, she'd leave again.
He'd rather stand at a distance, watching over her, than dare to take that step forward.
