At least, this was Serenity’s innermost feeling.

It was better than all other poetic phrases that she copied from elsewhere.

There was a message at the back of the paper.

He turned it over.

[I’m jogging outside. Let’s have breakfast together later.]

Zachary folded the letter joyfully and put it back into the envelope. After that, he slid open the drawer and placed the love letter inside.

He got up and walked toward the window. Once he pulled open the thick and heavy curtains, the sunlight