Ivy was the center of attention wherever she went. Just like the first time Wyatt heard Ivy play the violin on stage in RST Bar. She was brilliant, passionate, and self-assured. It was as if she possessed all of the world’s beauty.

Wyatt would never forget that moment.

Ivy stood there silently, watching the water rippling.

‘Is this psychopath Wyatt attempting to ruin my good mood?!’ She reflected on herself.

“I suddenly feel like giving you everything nice,” Wyatt said.

‘Is he finished?!’ Ivy abruptly turned around and frowned.

Fireworks lit up the dark sky behind Wyatt as she opened her mouth.

A beautiful cluster of purple and red sparks...