Goodbye, My Love

Marco’s eyes had a thoughtful gaze as he, guided by the waiter, sprinkled dew on the roses.

The roses, adorned with dewdrops, seemed to have captured the essence of the morning’s first light, radiating an intoxicating aroma and a mesmerizing allure.

Marco’s lips formed a satisfied smile. Just as he did this, he heard the rhythmic sound of high heels tapping on the floor behind him.

He turned around and found himself unable to look away, lost in a dazed state of astonishment.

Loraine had put in a special effort to dress up for the night. Clad in a beautiful wine-red gown, she looked elegant and charming, as if she had just stepped out of a painting from the Last century.

Seeing Loraine in her stunning attire caused Marco’s heart to flutter, and he forgot he was still holding a watering can, resembling a lovesick teenager who had just spotted his crush.

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blush tinted his typically composed and attractive face, giving him a somewhat youthful and endearing

Marco noticed the

she Looked more radiant than

stirred, Marco picked the most vibrant rose and walked over to Loraine. With

bit her lip and

looked up at her, his eyes mirroring her

her gown, reflecting the grace of the lady who

economical with words, huskily murmured, “No flower

blush. She quickly brushed his hand away, teasingly reprimanding

gently, her heart swelling with a