What words could accurately describe Sam and Angel, this young couple?
It seed even Sam couldn't find the right answer.
Their relationship began with mutual conquest, then moved to attempts at understanding, but always involved a bit of love and conflict.
So Sam was genuinely curious about what gift Angel would give him and how she would express her feelings.
But her personality was always elusive. Just when you thought you understood her, she would find a new way to shatter your perception.
So what about this ti?
In everyone's eyes, Angel pulled out the last gift from her bag.
It was... another album.
But unlike the one Isabella had given him, this one was different in size and style. Sam could only think of one thing.
"Is this a sketchbook?"
Sam took the book and looked at Angel.
Isabella seed to rember sothing.
"That's right, Angel is really good at drawing. It's been a while since I've seen her draw."
Indeed, besides being wealthy and having a unique background, Angel was known for her talent in drawing and sculpting, which was famous throughout the school.
Sam also realized that since they had been together, she hadn't drawn in front of him.
It seed she hadn't abandoned it entirely, just chose to draw when he wasn't around.
"What did you draw?"
Sam asked.
Angel, however, didn't seem interested in keeping it a secret, casually saying.
"Why don't you take a look yourself?"
Letting soone open a gift and see its contents in front of others required a certain kind of courage.
Of course, this fit Angel's confident personality.
Just like her past actions, she was confident in giving Sam a unique experience and confident that Sam would be captivated by her charm. Now, she was confident that he would be extrely pleased with this gift.
Sam didn't know where her confidence ca from, but he was indeed curious about the sketchbook's contents.
So Sam opened the sketchbook...
He only flipped through a few pages before quickly closing it, his expression uncontrollably awkward as he looked at Angel.
"Why did you draw..."
Sam couldn't finish his sentence, and Isabella and Sophie looked over curiously.
"What did she draw?"
"It seems like sothing incredible."
Of course, it was incredible!
Sam never expected that the sketchbook would contain... the drawings she had made of him as a model.
Initially, their relationship had changed, forcing them to stop. Sam thought those drawings would never resurface.
But he was wrong.
When he opened the sketchbook, he imdiately saw a familiar scene.
At first, he hesitated, wondering why it felt so familiar. But as he flipped through more pages, he saw detailed and vivid drawings.
Angel had perfectly recreated every intimate mont they had shared, every position they had tried.
It was unbelievable.
Sam didn't know whether to admire her artistic skills or her incredible mory.
Who would think to draw such things?
It was like taking photos or videos to rember intimate monts between a couple.
It was strange.
But this was sothing Angel would do. Indeed... this was her, this was Angel.
Among everyone, her gift seed the least expensive on the surface.
But Sam knew that rembering those monts and drawing them all, creating this 'work' that represented their beginning, was the most heartfelt.
In other words... Angel's gift was the most special, the most valuable.
So valuable that no one could trade anything for it.
His initial shock turned into a gentle look in his eyes.
He looked at the blushing, smiling girl.
Angel raised an eyebrow, feeling even more pleased when she saw Sam's expression.
"Are you moved already? Are you going to cry... mmph!"
Angel's smugness didn't last long before she was silenced.
Sophie and Isabella's eyes widened in surprise.
They didn't expect that such an ordinary-looking gift from Angel would lead to this 'unexpected' reaction.
Holding the sketchbook, Sam stood up slightly and reached out to Angel.
He gently cupped her unguarded face.
Then he kissed her decisively and without hesitation.
There was no hesitation, and under the intimate lighting, it was sudden but incredibly romantic.
It was like a scene from a movie or TV show, with close-ups and detailed shots...
Isabella's smile was ambiguous, her eyes reflecting different colors under the light.
Sophie, in a corner where no one noticed, had a slight twitch in her eye.
Indeed.
Angel was the female lead in Sam's life.
Those romantic plots and experiences belonged to them.
In comparison, Sophie felt like an ugly duckling that would never turn into a swan.
Angel didn't expect Sam's sudden move.
She was stunned for a mont, only reacting after Sam's kiss ended.
But she wasn't the type to be shy and flustered by a public kiss.
Moreover, she noticed the expressions of the other two girls.
Angel didn't feel shy... she even enjoyed it.
So when Sam's lips left hers, she smiled slightly.
"Couldn't hold back, huh? Try to be more composed next ti."
Her words were clearly a boast, directed at the other two girls, showing that only she could make Sam act so boldly.
Sophie didn't comnt on this.
She just tightly held her small bag.
The bitterness in her heart seed to overflow, but... this was normal.
They had the right to interact this way, and she had no right to fantasize about anything.
It's okay... it's almost over.
It won't hurt more.
Until Isabella's cough broke her thoughts.
"Well... let's have Sophie go next. Sophie?"
Sophie looked up, her face now devoid of any awkwardness.
She was back to her usual self, cold and indifferent.
As if, despite sitting here, she had nothing to do with anyone.
Before taking out her gift, she looked at Angel.
"First, let say, I don't know you all very well, but that doesn't an my gift isn't heartfelt. If you don't like it or think I'm insincere, you don't have to accept it."
Angel smiled slightly, not comnting on her words, but instead asking.
"Have you had a drink?"
Sophie looked at her.
Although Angel's eyes still held that annoying look, for so reason, Sophie didn't feel as much hostility.
She looked at her drink, still full.
So she picked it up and took a big gulp.
Half of it was gone in one go.
Cocktails weren't like beer. They looked colorful, like juice, but mixed with different types of alcohol, making them quite strong.
That gulp almost made her cough.
But with a strange determination, she swallowed it all and just wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
She looked at Angel with slightly reddened eyes.
"Can I start now?"
Angel pursed her lips, leaning back on the sofa.
"Go ahead."
So, in front of everyone, Sophie took out her first gift.
"Senior, this is for you."
"What?"
It was a small notebook.
A pink and white notebook, looking unremarkable and seemingly of little value.
Angel couldn't help but comnt.
"Is this so kind of confession trick? Writing a ssage in a notebook..."
Sophie didn't respond, instead looking at Isabella.
"Senior, you can open it."
Isabella hesitated but opened the notebook.
Sam didn't think Sophie, who took things seriously, would do anything half-heartedly. As she said, if she decided to do sothing, she would do it well.
So he watched Isabella's expression closely.
Angel seed dismissive of the gift, thinking it looked inferior compared to the others.
But no one expected...
"How... how did you...?"
Isabella's voice trembled, usually so calm and composed.
When she looked up, her beautiful, always cheerful face was now tear-streaked...
Angel and Sam couldn't understand why Isabella would react this way after just a few minutes with the notebook.
Sophie showed no pride.
She spoke softly.
"Senior, you're not soone who stands on the sidelines. No one can truly stand on the sidelines. Everything we do leaves a mark. Look... they all rember you, they're all grateful to you."
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