If there's a next life, I'll make sure our encounter is more beautiful, and the beginning more romantic...
With the sun setting in the west, the room was bathed in its lingering rays. Sienna Johnson sat on the recliner by the bed, looking at this "reflection paper," her heart pounding.
She had received so many love letters before, yet none had touched her heart like this one.
"You sneak, I don't know where you copied this from..." Even if it's copied, Sienna was still very happy.
"Mrs. Desmond, I wrote it myself, it's not copied." Adrian Desmond's voice suddenly appeared.
Sienna looked in the direction of the voice but didn't see Adrian.
"Where are you?"
Adrian walked in from outside, dressed all in black, with an unnatural expression on his face. He subconsciously touched his nose, a small gesture Sienna knew meant he was embarrassed.
"I don't believe you wrote it."
