...
"Ah-" Maxwell Cameron clutched his head, writhing in severe pain, and fell to the ground.
"Young master!" Bald Snake quickly supported him, looking at his increasingly vacant and wooden face.
Maxwell Cameron's memories seemed to surface like the tip of an iceberg.
He had liked her since they were children, but she was proud and emotionally slow, like a haughty peacock.
The first time he realized that his fondness for her had transformed into something involving emotions between a man and a woman...
That year she was 12 years old, and he was 16 years old.
[Maxwell Cameron, what are you doing going through my bag?!]
Maxwell Cameron smashed the gift box on the ground angrily, [Who sent it? Which wild man?]
[You're weird, I don't know either...] Felicia Sullivan frowned as she picked up the gift box, wondering when it had been stuffed into her bag.
Upon opening the gift box, she found a love letter and a pink doll.
