Mary, You Are Special!

Marigold gazed at the man before her, his gentle gray eyes fixed on her, as if they were transporting her away from the present moment, back to a moment in the past.

In comparison to those years gone by, he seemed utterly unchanged.

"Evans... Are you boasting? It is you who hasn't changed a bit in over a decade, the grand, illustrious star."

"How could I possibly remain unchanged?" Evans's gray-blue eyes curved into a crescent moon as he smiled, but then suddenly dimmed as he said somewhat sullenly, "When I saw you falling into the water, I felt as if I couldn't breathe. After finally reuniting with you, such an unfortunate incident occurred..."

He restrained the impulse to embrace her and instead took her hand. However, Marigold hesitated for a moment before gently withdrawing her hand.

Evans was taken aback, not expecting such coldness from her, but he quickly regained his composure.