Chapter 8

In his other hand, the delivery man held an openwork jewelry box made of rosewood. There were carvings of doves on the outer surface. It looked very delicate and luxurious.

Inside the wooden box was a red agate necklace. Its crimson color was bright and eye-catching. The moment one laid eyes on it, they could not look away.

There was a sticky note inside the box. On it, there was a line of elegant writing. "May you be like the rising sun on a winter morning, shining radiantly with immense brilliance."

It was signed "Elijah Hardin."

Liesel was taken aback.

Neither the jewelry nor the flowers captured her attention. Her gaze was fixed only on the accompanying sticky note, like this piece of paper was the actual surprise.

Elijah hadn't made a mistake. Liesel wasn't a cold and icy person.

She harbored a burning and sincere affection inside of her. She wasn't the snow that gathered on the peak of the towering snowy mountains, nor was she a precious and untouchable flower.

She was pr