After finishing dinner with her beloved friend, Larissa returned to her exclusive hospital room to wait for her fiancé to regain consciousness. She sat alone in a chair beside the bed. Holding her fiancé's hand, which was still weak from the recent surgery. Her gaze sadly stared at her fiancé, who had just been seriously injured for the first time by just one woman, for a moment she reflected on herself. Has her fiancé ever gone this far for her? Why was she always so selfish when he loved another woman, and she continued to pursue him? Yet all this time there was a man who had always been by her side and loved her sincerely.
Throughout dinner with Flint, she couldn't control her pounding heartbeat. Flint had always been sensitive to her likes and dislikes. He always helped her remove the chives at every meal, while Jefferson never did. Did this mean she should stop her obsession here?
