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 held it up

stone was in the shape of a heart, transparent and pure yet pink like a human heart that carried love and passion for its

smile bloomed on

found the heart-shaped stone

brewing coffee at the counter in a white shirt and black suit pants. He had a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on the

“You woke

“Yeah.”

still as energetic as ever. Besides, a faint smile curved his lips

do latte art, his hands making him no different than a magician. In no time, he handed a cup of coffee with the drawing

just a single sip, Rayna

great mood, she propped her hands below her chin and queried curiously, “Why are you

a place I like today,”

A place he likes?

city and entered the suburbs. Shortly after, they arrived

As she cast her gaze into the distance, pure white camellias

they’re even white

and is willing to spend time to do

struggled briefly but gave up when

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

my mother

of the hand in his grasp, Jefferson turned and flashed her a smile. “I don’t think I ever told you about my mother when we were together,

At that, Rayna nodded.

he’d never told me anything. I only know that he’s of mixed blood, and his mother

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, for life never goes the way we wish. That aside, she said the love of roses is too intense that the other person can’t withstand it. Conversely, camellia represents reserved love. She hoped that loving someone can be of pure affection without

imagine that his mother was probably an incredibly

ventured, “Will she come

“She’s dead.”

whispered,

I take the letters out and read them.” Jefferson caressed her hair, finding it so soft and silky that it was