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 to the

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

smile bloomed on

the heart-shaped stone that witnesses eternal

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

“Yeah.”

the entire night, it didn’t affect him in the least, and he was still as energetic

could also do latte art, his hands making him no different than a magician. In no time, he handed a cup of

a single sip, Rayna started praising it to

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

going to a place I like today,”

A place he likes?

the car left the city and entered the suburbs.

white camellias stretched as far as she could see, their fragrance intoxicating. Surprise inundated her. “How could there

even white

takes care of them and is willing to spend time to do so,

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

the last day, and

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

my mother

and flashed her a smile.

At that, Rayna nodded.

that

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

mother was probably an incredibly gentle, strong,

“Will she come

“She’s dead.”

Rayna whispered,

month old. When I miss her, I take the letters out and read