The next second, the soft blanket fell on her shoulder. It seemed to still have the temperature of a man's palm. Beryl couldn't help but wrap it tightly around her and turn to look at the person sitting next to her.
He had a very perfect face. It was not that his facial features were as delicate as a girl's but that every part of his face was well-proportioned and had a natural charm. Just looking at him made people feel happy.
It was hard for Beryl to imagine that such a man would wash her hands and worry about her.
Her heart skipped a beat. She tightened her grip on the thermos cup, and his name burst out along with her heartbeat. "Marcellus."
"Yeah."
"Do you think we will always be together?"
Falling in love with someone, one would be afraid of losing them when they were happy. For Beryl, this was the right time.
It was hard for her to imagine that without Marcellus by her side, she would have to live with another man in the future.
Marcellus looked at her fair face and didn't know why she suddenly asked this question. But when he saw the uncertainty and fear in her eyes, he asked, "Why are you worried?"
Beryl didn't know what to say. She didn't want him to see her so worried. "I just feel that I can't accept anyone else."
Her heart was so heavy that the word "Marcellus" filled her heart, leaving her no room to accept anyone else.
Marcellus smiled; his face as soft as cotton candy. "I said I wouldn't let go of your hand, so don't worry. Don't think about leaving places for others. You know that I have a bad temper."
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