Hit Her Weak Spot
Upon hearing this, Cynthia couldn't help but feel a ripple in her heart. She understood Tristan's intention. What he wanted was an unwavering and irreplaceable choice, a decision that would be regretted by no means.
Cynthia looked at him with tender eyes. In the numerous interactions between them, it seemed that this man knew her inside out. Every word and every sentence of his touched her weak spot, easily prying open the icy and hard shell that enveloped her, injecting warmth bit by bit.
"Don’t leave me." She gazed at him for a moment, finally unable to maintain her calm demeanor, and threw herself into his arms.
Tristan instinctively wrapped his arm around her waist. "I won’t. I will forever belong to you!"
She was the rose enticing him, the antidote to his lonely life. He would be her eternal devotee!