Bianca’s face lit up with joy, nodding enthusiastically. “Yes, I love them!”

Dave’s smile widened. The meaning of yellow roses was something he had recently read in a book. Although he hadn’t cared much about such details before, he suddenly recalled it.

Suddenly, Bianca looked alarmed. “Oh no, the necklace!”

Remembering the necklace, Dave took out the red diamond necklace from his pocket.

Bianca felt relief seeing the necklace was safe. She held it close to her chest with a sigh. “I’m glad it’s still here.”

“If you like necklaces, I can get you another one,” Dave suggested, sitting beside her bed with warmth and affection in his eyes as...