Dear Sweetheart

Chapter 189 You Must Remember Me

Late at night, bright moonlight fell on Passerine Island as mighty waves crashed over the stones on the beach, making them shimmer even brighter.

A young man strolled on the edge of the beach barefooted with a torchlight in hand.

Sweeping the torchlight across the many stones, he scrutinized them without bypassing a single one. The waves that rolled up submerged his feet every so often.

Countless stones were cast into various, bizarre shapes after the waves washed through them.

Yet, there wasn’t any in the shape he was looking for.

Bending over, he searched with the torchlight for three whole hours non-stop. The chilly wind battered him, ruffling the hem of his shirt. Soon, he brought his hand to his lips and coughed violently.

Ringo quietly stepped out from within the darkness and grabbed Jefferson’s hand. “Sir! Go back, and I’ll look for the item you want to find.”

“No, I must find it myself.” Shaking his hand off, Jefferson continued searching.

Ringo followed behind him, his brows knitting together in utter worry. “Your body won’t be able to take it, Sir. Why would you look for something so unrealistic? Ms. Garland isn’t worthy of you.”

Pivoting, Jefferson slapped him hard across the face, emanating hostility all over.

“I don’t need you to comment on that! So what if it’s merely a legend and unrealistic? I’ll definitely find a heart-shaped stone and prove that we’ll never be apart. I want to tell her that I love her as I hold her hand, then marry her without having to fear anyone or anything anymore!”

“Sir—”

“Buzz off!”

Ignoring him, Jefferson carried on searching for the stone.

Meanwhile, Ringo heaved a sigh and silently stepped aside.

At half past five in the morning, when the first rays of light peeked out from the horizon, Jefferson finally glimpsed a flash of pink amidst the many stones after searching for seven hours on the beach.

he held it up

of a heart, transparent and pure

bloomed on

the heart-shaped stone that

sight of Jefferson brewing coffee at the counter in a white shirt and black suit pants. He had a

she drawled lazily, “You

“Yeah.”

didn’t affect him in the least, and he was still as energetic as ever. Besides, a faint smile curved his lips because he had found the

different than a magician. In no time, he handed a cup of coffee with

single sip, Rayna started praising it

propped her hands below her

to a place I like today,” Jefferson

A place he likes?

entered the suburbs. Shortly after, they

alighted from the vehicle. As she cast her gaze into the distance, pure white camellias stretched as far as she could see, their

more, they’re even

care of them and is willing to spend time to do so, they can bloom

he walked toward the camellia flower garden. Rayna struggled briefly but gave up when she couldn’t

the last day, and I can leave once the clock

camellias so much, Jefferson?” she couldn’t help asking. Other than the day he gifted me a green rose at Cocculus Avenue

mother loved

of the hand in his grasp, Jefferson turned and flashed her a smile. “I don’t think I ever told

At that, Rayna nodded.

that he’s of mixed blood, and his

was a gentle and kind woman, but I don’t remember her countenance anymore. I only have the eighteen letters she left me, and I open one on my birthday each year. Her writing and tender words make me feel as though she’s still by my side. She told me to be strong and never give up regardless of the blows I encounter,

he said, Rayna could imagine that his mother was probably an incredibly

“Will she

“She’s dead.”

whispered,

old. When I miss her, I take the letters out and read them.” Jefferson caressed her hair, finding it