Damian Sinclair's fingers twitched, but his steps didn't stop. "Throw it away."
Bella Acker's step suddenly froze in mid-air, her gaze tightened a bit. After a while, she lowered her eyes, and her foot slowly touched the ground.
Had he already... thrown it away?
The Wintergreen Flower she had painstakingly searched the whole city for, was it just something dispensable to him? Or perhaps, for him, holding a bunch of Wintergreen Flowers was utterly embarrassing?
As Bella thought, she instinctively pinched the gift in her pocket.
Since he disliked it so much, should she still give him this gift?
Damian's emotions were a bit chaotic. He didn't hear the sound of footsteps catching up behind him, so he stopped and turned back to ask, "Aren't you going back?"
"I am going back." Bella was startled for a moment and replied softly, stepping forward to catch up with him.
Damian gave her a cold glance, then turned around and continued to walk forward.
