Cecelia finally burst into a smile through her tears. All she wanted was this one promise from Bella Scott.
In her life, she had received so little, but also did not desire much—a close friend was all she needed. As for the familial affection, she had lost for many years, she had already let it go.
If some feelings were begged for, they might not last long.
The next day was bright and sunny; the wind was gentle, and the clouds were thin, resembling a beauty's delicate eyebrows and eyes.
Seeing the beautiful weather, Cecelia watered the bamboo plants on the balcony, and her mood seemed to brighten up a lot.
Her phone rang urgently early in the morning. Glancing at the caller ID, it was Edward Anderson.
"Is your anger gone? It was my fault last night, Cecelia. Don't be mad at your brother; I apologize." Edward spoke in a coaxing tone, like talking to a child.
