I've loved you ever since the first moment I saw you, when I was nine.
The magnolias blooming across the garden couldn't compare to the faintest smile or frown of yours.
That year, you fell into the lake, but he rescued you before I could.
Only later, when a raging fire engulfed you, did my remorse turn to grief.
Over those two years, I bought your servant and asked about your likes. I planted the trees you loved, tasted the snacks you favored, and went to the places you frequented.
Heaven was kind to me, letting me meet you once again. A confession from the second male lead.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
