The next morning, Alexis woke up quite early.

But the moment she opened her eyes, she saw a white rose beside her pillow. She gazed quietly at the rose, and a tear trickled down her cheek.

If not for the sounds of the children downstairs, she would have thought that the past couple years were just a dream.

Right now, she felt as if she had returned to the period when Leonel had just returned from abroad.

If not for the children's voices, she would have believed that she was really in that period.