She couldn't remember why she had said those things back then, nor could she recall why she had disliked him. All she vaguely remembered was that Matthew had said something to her, but what he said exactly had slipped her mind completely.
"The silly things I said as kid? You're not still holding a grudge, are you?"
Orion had his lips tightly pursed; seeing his reaction, Xanthea realized it—of course!
He was a Scorpio, wasn't he? After all these years, he was still holding a grudge?!
"Can't you just forget those words?"
Xanthea grabbed his wrist, pulling out a pair of blue crystal cufflinks from the gift box and bending down to put them on him, "I really don't dislike you, not one bit, on the contrary,"
Due to past life memories, she considered him the most special and important person in her life, aside from her family.
Orion watched her carefully rolling up his sleeves and fastening the cufflinks, and the years of icy shadows in his eyes melted away under her attentive gaze.
So, his Xan had long stopped disliking him.
"Alright."
"Really?" Xanthea finished with the cufflinks; her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him, "Then let's make a pinky promise!"
Without waiting for his consent, she hooked her little finger around his slender one, and gently shook it. The blue crystal cufflinks shimmered like cat's eyes, and the intertwined pattern of their fingers seemed to mirror their actions.
Orion, observing their linked fingers, felt a deepening in his gaze, "Xan, do you know the meaning behind giving a man cufflinks?"
"Yeah, the salesperson told me that it means—having mutual encouragement and making progress together!"
Orion's lips curved slightly.
Yes, to hold your hand, and grow old with you.
"How about it? Do you like these cufflinks? I think they really suit your wrists and skin tone."
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