His Precious Love

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.

Carefully picking the stone up, he held it up to the light.

and pure yet pink like a human heart that

smile bloomed on his

finally found the heart-shaped stone that witnesses

had washed up and stepped out 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 of gold-rimmed glasses perched

lazily, “You

“Yeah.”

affect him in the least, and he was still as energetic as ever. Besides, a

also do latte art, his hands making him no different than a magician. In

sip, Rayna started praising it to the

be in a great mood, she propped her hands

place I like

A place he likes?

the car left the city and entered the suburbs. Shortly after, they arrived at a

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

to spend time to do so, they can

walked toward the camellia flower garden. Rayna struggled briefly but gave up when she couldn’t break free from his

is the last day, and I

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

mother

and flashed her a smile. “I don’t think

At that, Rayna nodded.

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

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

mother was probably an incredibly gentle,

ventured, “Will

“She’s dead.”

Rayna whispered, “I’m

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

Rayna furtively took two

mid-air, Jefferson was disappointed for a few seconds. Then, he urged,

“Sure.”