ite
sunflowers.
Olivia’s roommate teased her: “Olivia, is that your brother? He’s so handsome.”
न
He didn’t hear how Olivia answered, but a hint of sourness rose in his heart.
The calm self-control and emotional restraint he had always prided himself on seemed to fail again and again when it came to Olivia.
He knew he shouldn’t be like this, yet he willingly sank deeper.
Olivia after college graduation was like a newborn bird.
Flapping her wings, wanting to rush into the storm.
And he was grateful that he had already honed a suit of armor in the overt and covert
struggles of the business world.
He had enough ability to shield her from all wind and rain, sparing no effort to lift her up, to prop up a sky for her.
The love of an older man.
Is to predict all dangers and accidents in advance, and then silently eliminate them for
her.
Is to lift her up without a sound, willingly becoming the steps under her feet, letting her stand higher, go further, yet never asking for credit.
