Dawn Sutherland held the love letter that was five years overdue, her eyes tinged with bitterness as she looked at the handwriting on the letter and almost saw Daisy Grant's face, murmuring deeply: "Have you ever not been my dream? You have always been my dream; my greatest dream is to marry you."
"When you liked me, did you know that I was always liking you too?"
"You were brave, yet this love letter missed its way and took five years to return to me; compared to you, I am cowardly. If I had been impulsive in my youth, if I had confessed regardless of the consequences instead of loving you silently, there wouldn't have been so many twists and turns between us."
Dawn Sutherland's lips bore deep self-reproach and bitterness, Nico Haynes comfortingly patted Dawn Sutherland's shoulder and sighed.
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Washington.
Daisy Grant didn't know why, she was fine yesterday, but felt unwell when she woke up this morning. She touched her forehead; it was a bit hot.
