Though she loved him, after what they had gone through, she found their happiness now too overwhelming to believe and relish.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

"Don't cry," Mark implored.

Lowering his head, he kissed the tear off her face.

He vowed earnestly, “Cecilia, I won't let you cry again.

I'm here for you.

I will be a good father and a good husband, as long as you don't mind the age gap."

Cecilia protested in a quivering voice, “Don't say that!"

To her, he wasn't old at all.

He was still handsome.

Mark's heart felt heavy as he leaned over gently, nuzzling his face against her neck and whispering, "Cecilia, when you were driven away by me back then, my mother was really mad at me. She cried a lot behind my back."

As he spoke, he couldn't resist kissing her.

Surrounded by a faint, Lingering fragrance, the trees bore witness to a beloved couple's passionate kiss under the gentle moonlight.

After some time, he finally stopped kissing her.

Cecilia said between sobs, “Mark, you're so cunning. You said those words on purpose."

He nodded.

"Indeed. You're such a smart girl. Well, I just want to let you know that my mother misses you, and so do I. Finally, we are together."

Cecilia's nose was red.

She turned her face and exclaimed, "You!"

Mark glanced at her.