Sitting by Kreya's bedside, holding her hand tightly.
Looking at Kreya, who is valiant and elegant, mature on the outside, yet in front of him, she's like a shy young girl experiencing her first love.
These series of actions and reactions firmly grasp Kane's heart, absorbing his soul.
How can one not love a girl like this?
Kane reached out his other hand, gently extending it forward.
He gently caressed Kreya's smooth and soft cheek and gently lifted her lowered head.
Staring closely into her watery eyes, watching the faint blush spread across her face, he resisted the urge to lean forward.
"I have a gift for you, Kreya."
Nearing a state of dizziness, Kreya came back to her senses upon hearing Kane's words.
With puzzled eyes, she looked at Kane.
Kane smiled, then took out the iron box he had just prepared from his space equipment.
Kreya, receiving the iron box that Kane handed over, examined it carefully.
