"Mm." Serena nodded, "However, in this season, you won’t see any snow."
Zane Crawford withdrew his gaze and glanced forward indifferently, where Wade Wyatt stood watchfully.
Upon eting this gaze, Wade Wyatt nodded, stepped aside, and dialed a number, "Hello, the master has given orders; it will snow across the city tonight."
Two minutes later, Serena felt a snowflake fall on her little face.
She froze, then slowly looked up, seeing the snowflakes gently falling from the sky above.
Her clear pupils contracted in disbelief, and she quickly stretched out her small hand.
A snowflake landed in her palm.
"Oh my, Zane, look, it’s snowing!" Serena looked happily at Zane Crawford beside her.
At this mont, Wade Wyatt stepped forward and handed over a black umbrella.
Zane Crawford’s slender fingers personally took the handle, slowly covering it over Serena.
The black umbrella shielded Serena’s head; the snowflakes couldn’t touch her, but her little hand remained extended outside.
Zane Crawford slowly curved his lips, his voice low and magnetic with a hint of affection, "Play less in the snow, be careful not to catch a cold."
"Got it."
Looking at the snowfall everywhere, so pure and sacred, Serena’s heart slowly cald down.
She revealed a smile she hadn’t worn in a long ti.
Though there was still regret.
If only she could watch this snow with Mr. Crawford, she could build a snowman and have snowball fights with him.
Serena felt sleepy. Her delicate body leaned over, resting her small head gently on Zane Crawford’s handso shoulder.
She closed her eyes.
She was already asleep, for Zane Crawford could hear her soft, gentle breathing brushing against his ear.
He slowly turned his head to look at her.
Not knowing how long he watched, he raised his hand, wanting to touch her small face.
At this mont, Serena murmured softly in her sleep, "Mr. Crawford..."
She was calling Mr. Crawford.
Her heart and mind were full of Hayden Crawford.
His hand paused, suspending awkwardly in mid-air.
A few seconds later, Zane Crawford softly withdrew his hand, a shallow and gentle curve ford at the corner of his lips, and he picked up the book in his hand.
The snow was flying, and he just sat on the swing, the black umbrella in his hand protecting the person in his embrace from the wind and snow, yet his shoulder was half-covered in snowflakes.
His shiny leather shoes gently tapped the grass, the swing swayed, and Serena’s pink long dress fluttered softly in the air.
Everything was so beautiful.
...
However, outside was in chaos. At nine in Westria, countless noble ladies pushed open their room windows, gazing at this magical autumn snow.
Wow, it’s really snowing in autumn, so beautiful and romantic.
How can it be snowing in autumn?
I don’t know, maybe so prince is trying to make his princess smile.
Why don’t we go for a snowball fight?
At this ti, in the royal city, a stretch limousine with bulletproof armor was already waiting, and Titus Ashworth enthusiastically looked at Harrison Ashworth and Seraphina Shea, "Nephew Hayden, I didn’t expect things to progress so quickly between you and Seraphina. I’m very happy. Go on a date tonight, have fun."
Now Harrison Ashworth and Seraphina were standing together, and after glancing at Titus, they turned and got into the luxury car.
The bulletproof limousine sped away.
Inside the luxury car, Harrison’s expression was cold, "Miss Shea, why did you invite out tonight?"
Seraphina Shea’s beautiful face revealed a hint of a smile, "Prince Ashworth, I was entrusted by soone to bring you out of the royal city."
"Oh? Really? Everyone knows that Miss Shea has high standards, and the two of us don’t see eye to eye. I wonder who has such a favor to convince Miss Shea to help them."
"Prince Ashworth, you don’t need to worry about that."
Harrison didn’t speak further; he was not familiar with Seraphina, and the luxurious carriage fell silent.
At this mont, Seraphina turned to look outside the window, where the snowflakes fell one by one.
It’s actually snowing.
It’s only early autumn now, impossible to snow unless soone did so intentionally.
Seraphina, a genuine noble lady, accustod to all sorts of romantic encounters since childhood, could easily guess that every snowflake that fell was filled with a story.
Who is this person?
Half an hour later, they arrived at the destination. Harrison got out of the car, looked at the villa before him, and his deep, narrow eyes slowly squinted, suddenly realizing sothing.
It turns out this acquaintance with Seraphina was... Zane Crawford.
"Prince Ashworth, please wait here for a mont; I’ll go in first."
Harrison nodded, "Okay."
Seraphina led her maid into the villa, the maid whispered, "Miss, this ti you’ve helped Dr. Crawford greatly, Dr. Crawford should be very grateful to you."
Seraphina curved her lips, "He saved ; if there’s anyone to be thankful for, it’s who should be thankful to him."
At this mont, Seraphina’s pace halted because she saw a familiar figure ahead.
On the lawn, Zane Crawford sat on the swing, holding a black umbrella, Serena sleeping lightly on his shoulder, the evening breeze gently stirring Serena’s pink long dress against his sharply tailored trousers, creating an intimate scene.
Seraphina’s gaze changed, landing on Serena. The Princess of Alani, she recognized her.
The maid remarked, "Miss, isn’t that the Princess of Alani? Oh my, now Lord Ashworth is searching the entire city for the Princess of Alani, and Dr. Crawford is here with her, even pulling you down with him..."
Seraphina quickly looked at her maid, reprimanding softly, "Since you know this isn’t trivial, keep your mouth shut!"
The maid fell silent imdiately, not daring to speak.
Seraphina looked up, just as Zane Crawford stood up, bending his tall figure to gently carry the sleeping Serena horizontally.
The two disappeared from sight.
The swing only had a book left on it.
Seraphina stood there a long ti without moving. The Zane Crawford in her mory was so cold and brilliant, she thought he would never be gentle.
But she was wrong; Zane Crawford, who she believed to have lived without gentleness, was actually the most gentle; his gentleness was only ever for one person.
If she rembered correctly, this Princess of Alani seed to be his sister-in-law, she hadn’t expected his beloved to be...
Seraphina opened her palm, finding it covered in cold sweat.
...
Serena groggily took a nap, then was awakened by a lodious phone ringtone, a call ca.
Serena opened her sleepy eyes, pressing a button to answer the call, "Hello."
"Serena," Zane Crawford’s soft voice ca from the other end, "Don’t sleep anymore, wake up, today is your birthday, and it hasn’t ended yet."
Serena felt lazy all over, not wanting to move.
"I haven’t given you your birthday gift yet, Serena. Co out; I’ve prepared a birthday gift for you."
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