He exited the car, opened the trunk, and retrieved a large box.

There were thousands of paper planes inside.

Edwin cautiously approached, his eyes fixed on the paper planes.

Mark gently touched Edwin's head and said, “I missed you too.

Whenever I longed for you, I would fold a paper plane. At night, I could take a paper plane and imagine seeing my Edwin.”

Edwin remained silent.

He then dragged the box away.

Mark continued to squat there, his gentle and handsome face revealing a faint twitch.

Rena whispered, "He hasn't spoken much in the past two years. He often sits on the terrace, waiting for an airplane to appear in the sky."

Mark raised his head slightly to blinked away his tears and said, “Rena, please don't."

He stood up, opened the car door, and got inside.

Several black Audis began to drive away, leaving Rena standing there for a long while.

Waylen approached her, noting that her eyes were slightly red, and he said softly, "Your eyes aren't red because you got something in them, right? I don't think Mrs. Gordon is such a sentimental person."

Rena held onto Waylen's arm as they walked slowly towards the mansion.

There was nothing they couldn't discuss as a couple. Rena asked softly, "Why did you invite the young man from the Smith family today of all days? I can see that both Uncle Mark and Cecilia are uncomfortable."

Waylen smiled faintly.

He replied with a question, “Are you concerned about them?"

"Yes, I am worried about them. One is my uncle and the other is like a sister to me."

Waylen stopped and lit a cigarette, wrapping his arm around Rena.

He exhaled the smoke slowly and smiled.