"D-do you agree if I get married?" Trish’s answer would let her know how the man felt about her. If Trish agreed to Anwen’s marriage, it meant that he really didn’t have feelings for her.
Waiting for Trish to answer her question made Anwen very nervous.
“Wh-why are you looking at me like that?” she asked as Trish stared at her intently without saying anything.
At this moment, Cristela’s words were playing over and over in Trish’s mind like a broken record. Anwen loved him. He then remembered the painting of himself in the girl’s room, then remembered Arlo’s words that called him insensitive.
Until this second, he still couldn’t believe the fact that the girl in front of him had that kind of feeling towards him.
“Trishy!”
“Huh?” Trish was stunned.
“What’s wrong? Are you all right?”
“Y-yes.” Trish smiled gently and then took a step closer to Anwen. Without saying anything, he reached out and brushed off the snow that was on top of the girl’s head.
