Olivia never once had the chance to display her affection for Ethan like Marina did.

He gave Olivia love, yet he gave Marina the dignity as Mrs. Miller.

Olivia silently took her leave from the crowd.

The afternoon sun was scorching. The initials on the wedding invitation were a pain to her eyes.

The illustration of the couple on it was dressed in a wedding gown and suit.

They held hands and kissed under the rain of cherry blossoms, which formed such a romantic sight.

In fact, Olivia had personally drawn a few designs for her wedding invitation card.

When she showed them to Ethan excitedly, he didn't express much joy.

He had only caressed her head and said softly, "Sorry, Olivia. I don't plan on holding a wedding. So, the wedding invitation cards …"

"Why?" she asked gingerly.

"You know my identity. It's inconvenient." His simple reply dashed all anticipation.

Olivia thought about the masked man, who had saved her during her trip.

The metallic smell of blood from his stained