CHAPTER 22
"She’ll love this," I said, with my gaze fixed on the miniature stuffed cartoon animal on the shelf through the glass window.
She was embarrassed and hadn’t expected me to see her in such pyjamas, and she was quick to immediately change into something else, but the moment my eyes landed on her, a wave of joy wafted through my nerves. Only if she knew how much joy it brought me.
I hate cartoons, but for some weird reason, I loved the way they looked on her. I hated the fact that she had to change into something else so soon.
I tried to tell her to hold on a bit. I tried to tell her how much I loved her pyjamas, but I couldn’t bring myself to say any words.
It still felt unreal to me, but if I could remember well, my whole soul embraced reality from the moment I saw her in those pyjamas.