But he wanted to try... see if Jamie would really get angry with him for a woman.
He picked up the calendar and strode towards the door.
Just a few steps away, countless waves surged in his heart.
Jamie, don't let me down.
I beg you.
.
Inside the office, the black, white, and gray barren landscape was already engulfed in a dreamy fog.
Between the two, gazes turned to silk, breaths turned to mist.
Misty, hazy.
Seemingly close yet distant, seemingly existent yet elusive.
And... like a dream.
Dream, right before their eyes.
.
What made him even more obsessed was her expression.
She was misty-eyed, the woman who seemed to constantly resist, this time was truly misty-eyed.
Her big flashing eyes lost the usual black and white clarity, her eyes now holding distant mist over mountains, clear waters shimmering. Like willows in March haze, apricots in April rain.
His heart surged with indescribable satisfaction.
It was him, it was him, it was him who made her like this—
