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.

stone up, he

in the shape of a heart, transparent and pure yet pink like a human heart that

smile bloomed on his

found the heart-shaped

of the bathroom, she was greeted by the sight of Jefferson brewing coffee at the counter in a white shirt and black suit pants. He had a pair

“You woke up

“Yeah.”

in the least, and he was still as energetic as ever. Besides, a faint smile curved his

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

single sip, Rayna started praising it

she propped her hands

going to a place

A place he likes?

and entered the suburbs. Shortly after, they arrived at a quaint

she cast her gaze into the distance, pure white camellias stretched as far as she could see, their fragrance intoxicating. Surprise inundated her. “How could there be camellias

they’re even white

is willing to spend time to do so, they can bloom even during the winter,” Jefferson replied

hand, he walked toward the camellia flower garden. Rayna struggled

and I can leave once the clock strikes

help asking. Other than the day he gifted me a green rose at Cocculus Avenue

my mother loved

a smile. “I don’t think I ever told you about my mother when we were together,

At that, Rayna nodded.

I only know that he’s of mixed

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

that his mother was probably an incredibly gentle, strong, and

“Will she

“She’s dead.”

Rayna whispered, “I’m

don’t need to apologize. She died before I was even a month old. When I miss her, I take the letters out and read them.” Jefferson caressed her