“Sebastian, put me down. Everyone is looking.” I whispered, tapping his chest, unable to meet his gaze from the timidness and rapid heart rate.

His features dropped dead serious, causing him to stop in the middle of the stair, staring deeply into my eyes, “Look, Eileen.”

Swallowing, I became vexed that I might not have said something wrong.

“The last time I was this happy was on my fourteenth birthday when we went to Disneyland, Hong Kong. Do not steal any second of this, I barely had times where I had known true felicity.” He whispered in a low, sorrowfully resonance, making my heart clenched.

And placing all my happiness...