The gem lay like a sleeping beauty against her skin.

Rena stroked it.

She Looked up at him and said in a low voice, "Actually, you don't have to be so worried."

Waylen smoothed her long hair and tied it up for her.

With his gaze fixated on her face, he relied with a faint smiled, "I just hope that Harold's love can really protect you. Promise me that you won't take it off, Rena.”