Richard smirked and did not protest. After turning the page, he saw three-year old Ang who was a pretty little girl dressed ina


    princess gown. She looked adorable.


    As Richard sat there flipping through the photos, he began to yearn for a daughter -one that would be as pretty and cute as


    Ang was. He would spend the rest of his life loving her and protecting her.


    “Let''s have a daughter! One that looks just like you,” Richard said hoarsely. Ang smiled. “Alright.” They continued to look at


    photo after photo as Ang described the event or story behind each one.


    It was now afternoon. Ruka spent the entire morning reading in the study. All of a sudden, she recalled the little kitten she saw


    with Ren thest time. He didn’t take it home with him. Did he leave it at a pet store for them to take care of it on his behalf?


    She spotted a notebook that looked rather old. It stood out among the other books, so she reached out to grab it. She yanked on


    it too hard and it slipped out of her grasp.


    Although she managed to catch it before it fell to the ground, a few photos still fell out and scattered on the floor. Ruka gasped in


    surprise when she saw the photos. They were photos of her when she was little.


    After picking them up to take a closer look, she realized they were photos taken of her when she was four or five years old. Why


    did she not have any recollection of it?


    The toddler-sized her had a rather pompous and overbearing expression on her face. She was surprised that Ren had these


    photos.


    “Why did he keep these ugly-looking photos of me when he could’ve kept nicer ones instead?” grumbled.


    She sat down and began to look through the notebook. However, she realized that it wasn’t his notebook. Instead, the notebook


    was filled with squiggly lines and scrawled writing that seemed to have been done by a three-year-old.Copyright by N?v/elDrama.Org.


    Alightbulb went off in her head. A three year-old? Was it me? Is this mine from when | was learning how to write back at Husson


    Residence?


    True enough, after flipping through several pages, she found a barely readable scribble of her name, Ruka Singed.


    Her heart skipped a beat. Ren must have taught her how to write when she was little. As she continued staring at the writing, her


    heart grew warm.


    It was possible to find traces of love etched in time, after all. Ruka rested her chin on her hands and thought about how well-


    hidden Ren’s love for her had been. If it had not been for that, she would have at least sensed something sooner.


    This was all well and good, but Ruka could still recall how fierce he was when he lectured her all the way home on that fateful


    day when she did poorly on her exam and got drenched in the rain.


    She was vexed. He had seen her at all of her worsts, while he seemed to have been perfect all this while. It felt like the star


    student was pairing up with the one who scored the lowest.


    Eventually, she returned the notebook to its spot with the photos as well. She was going to pretend that she never found this, but


    of course, she was not going to forget about it.


    Ruka sent Ren a text about the cat. She wanted to know if he could bring it back for her to raise. Ren’s reply was simple. ‘Alright.