Noelle Young didn't know when she had started to like Thomas Sinclair.
She thought he was very interesting. Being with him every day made her laugh foolishly and forget many of her troubles.
Forget that she still carried the burden of a deep-seated, bloody feud.
On the day she was accepted into her doctoral program, she made a point of asking Thomas Sinclair to meet her.
Seeing him carrying a bag of apples, she wanted to both laugh and cry.
She had only mentioned once that the apples were sweet, and ever since, he would bring a bag for her every time he saw her.
Sometimes, if he didn't bring any, he would buy her other fruits instead.
He treated her so well that she mistakenly thought he liked her, but he had never said anything of the sort.
'Maybe he just sees me as a little sister who needs to be taken care of.'
"Crystal, what's wrong? Why did you want to see me in such a hurry?"
