The kiss marks on the neck fell clearly into Giselle's eyes, densely packed, blue and purple interlaced and it was obvious that the two had experienced a fierce battle last night.
Giselle lowered his eyes and responded lightly without any expression, "Well, it's good to come."
The fondant cake was made into the shape of a castle. In the center, the princess in a white wedding dress slowly turned with the rhythm of the music. The prince knelt on one knee with a sword and a necklace in his palm.
"Happy birthday, Giselle. I will be by your side and accompany you through every birthday. "
In the afternoon, the two returned home early and started to pack their travel luggage. Giselle had been looking forward to the trip to Portugal for a long time, but she didn't expect that they both had their own thoughts when they should have been happy.
Two hours before the plane took off, Samuel was changing clothes in the bedroom and his mobile phone on the table suddenly vibrated.
The screen lit up and then quickly went dark.
Although the time was short, Giselle still saw the content of the message clearly.
"Master, I miss you so much."
Giselle felt his brain explode with a "buzz".