Or maybe, in the future, she might settle in the United States.
"That's good... that's good..." As long as he can still see Mi Lu, it's fine. Hiram couldn't bear to part with Mi Lu; he didn't want to force her hand, for he was a man whose reason surpassed his emotions.
Moreover, he believed that loving someone didn't necessarily mean possessing them; watching her be happy was good too, unless she also loved him in return.
"By the way, Hiram, this is my gift to you. I wasn't sure what to give you, and I don't know if you'll like it." Mi Lu handed the wrapped gift box to Hiram with both hands.
"Then I'll accept it. Thank you!" Hiram was a man of sincerity; he didn't pretend to be polite.
This was a form of courtesy, whether directed at the gift-giver or the recipient.
However, Hiram never anticipated that Mi Lu would give him such a precious gift. He only knew that it was a gift from Mi Lu, which he cherished greatly.
