"Don't babble nonsense! Get up!!" Dawn Sutherland interrupted Nico Haynes, pulling him up and away from the love letter.
"Damn it, Second Young Master, just because nobody wants you doesn't mean you can just steal my love letter to pass off as yours!" Nico Haynes was driven mad by Dawn Sutherland's inexplicable actions.
Dawn Sutherland ignored Nico's yelling and seriously searched through the pile of love letters.
Finally, in the pile of love letters, he found the light blue one, with a fresh and delicate color, just like her.
Dawn Sutherland held the love letter in his palm, like he was holding a treasure, his face breaking into a smile, murmuring deeply, "Luckily, after all these years, you still ended up in my hands; luckily, you didn't lose it back then."
Nico Haynes watched Dawn Sutherland holding the love letter and talking to himself, curiously glancing at the letter, "Hey, Second Young Master, is it appropriate to act so sentimental with my love letter?"
