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.

transparent and pure yet pink like

bloomed

heart-shaped stone that witnesses

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

drawled lazily, “You

“Yeah.”

Jefferson hadn’t slept for the entire night, it didn’t affect him in the least, and he was still

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

a single sip, Rayna started praising it to

mood, she propped her hands below her chin and

place I like today,”

A place he likes?

and entered the suburbs.

vehicle. As 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

they’re even white in

takes care of them and is willing to spend time to do so, they can bloom even during the winter,” Jefferson replied with a

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

and I can

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

mother

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

At that, Rayna nodded.

never told me anything. I only know that he’s

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

Rayna could imagine that his mother

she ventured, “Will

“She’s dead.”

whispered, “I’m

When I miss her, I take the letters out and read them.”

furtively took two steps

Jefferson was disappointed for a few

“Sure.”