"Didn't we agree not to be formal with each other?" Gavin Turner reached out to touch her head, gently massaging it, and looking at her blurred teary shadow, he said sorrowfully, "Now I can't even wipe your tears away."
"Senior, it's okay. Once I'm overseas and have had the surgery, I'll be fine," Charlotte Green consoled him in return.
"Then remember our promise," Gavin laughed.
"Yeah! Don't worry, I'll keep our promise!" Charlotte vowed, lifting her head.
If the result of the surgery was really as such, then please forgive her, she would not keep it!
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Three days later, March 15th
The warm suite was filled with a romantic atmosphere, colorful balloons, heart-shaped roses, and a candlelit dinner—a clearly meticulously arranged setting.
Kevin Cliff stood at the door, admiring the room he had spent the entire day decorating. His thin lips pursed slightly, curling into an expectant smile.
