Even without Rena's explicit mention, Cecilia intuited that the doll must have been sent by Mark.

A few days earlier, Mark had traveled to Heron, the only place in this country where people could buy this doll.

During the night, Cecilia nestled on the expansive, pristine bed, cradling the rabbit doll in her arms.

Her heart ached for Mark and she felt the need to convey her gratitude for the thoughtful gift. Moreover, she wanted to wish him a joyful New Year...

Finally, she mustered the courage to message him.

“Uncle Mark, Happy New Year!”

Impatiently, Cecilia waited for his response, which eventually came with a simple "Happy New Year."

Those few words moved Cecilia to tears, prompting her to hide her face in the quilt, crying silently, overwhelmed by emotions she couldn't fully articulate.

Normally, Cecilia was fearless in expressing her love if she admired someone.

She could straightforwardly say, "I like you.”

However, Mark was different; he was Rena’s uncle.

Despite despising herself for harboring such feelings, Cecilia couldn't escape her affection for Mark. She seldom paid attention to the news, but now she intentionally watched TV and read newspapers, and even eavesdropped on her father when he discussed Mark with her brother.

Nevertheless, she was well aware that Mark didn't belong to her.

In Czanch, during the night, dressed sharply in a suit, Mark sat in his office, deep in thought as he stared at his phone.

Peter entered, knocking on the door gently.

"Mr. Evans, are you ready? Everyone outside is waiting for you to inspire them."

Mark remained motionless.

Concerned, Peter approached and inquired softly, "What's wrong, Mr. Evans?”

Mark pointed at his phone and smiled.

"She just sent me a message.”

He believed Cecilia must be delighted with the doll but he regretted not being able to give it to her in person.

After slipping the phone into his pocket, Mark stood up, his smile vanishing, and he transformed into the admired Mr. Evans that everyone knew...