Evelyn Sherman's eyes shimmered faintly as if recalling her childhood.
When she was very young, the Sherman family wasn't very rich, and at that time, the three of them lived in a very ordinary apartment on Sunny Street.
Her favorite thing to do was to fold paper airplanes.
Because her dad told her, "Make a wish to the paper airplane, and then let it fly away, it will carry your wish up to the sky..."
She was young and didn't know that her dad was just humoring her. She worked hard on folding a paper airplane, only to watch helplessly as it plunged to the ground, thinking that an angel had rejected her wish, and she cried bitterly.
"You live here?" Grace Yakov's body stiffened, and she suddenly reached out and grabbed Evelyn's arm tightly.
"Then do you know a person named Rico Valdez? He's very tall, handsome, appears gentle and refined, fond of opera and stage plays... That's right, his favorite are those stage plays you wrote to me last time!"
