"Dylan," Savannah said quietly, staring into his eyes, "you called off our wedding because you were afraid of malicious gossip. You didn't want to be laughed at for marrying the cousin of the murderer who killed your nephew. But now, I won't disgrace you anymore. Do you still want me?"
Dylan gazed at the little woman in front of him. He missed her so much but he had to stay away from her to avoid hurting her.
To attend the funeral, she was in a white dress, with no makeup, like a clean and pure attractive lotus.
He hadn't seen her for months, and she became even more beautiful.
She was no longer the young, ignorant girl who was sent to his bed as a gift by her fiancé three years ago.
She was no longer the little woman who had to rely on him five months ago. She changed instantly in good faith.