Richelle Dunn had always thought that a man like Roy Lewis was more fitting with tall and straight plants like pine trees and bamboo, which are both noble and removed from worldly dust.
However, as Roy Lewis stepped towards her under the flowers, all her attention and perception seemed to be stolen by him.
Under a blanket of pink snow, his cold and majestic demeanor appeared even more outstanding and eye-catching. When he walked up to her and gave her a gentle smile, his deep ink-black eyes were filled with tenderness.
He reached out his hand and softly called her, "Richelle!", her heart seemed to skip a few beats, her breathing paused, she just looked up at him with a dazed expression.
Roy Lewis saw her staring at him in a daze, her clear eyes reflecting his own image and some pink.
"Let's go!"
He gently held her hand and led the dazed Richelle Dunn, a step forward.
