Ayla
“Love at first sight?”
The words just slipped out of my mouth. I stared into his gray eyes—eyes that felt like mirrors, reflecting back all the questions that had been haunting me these past few days.
River gave a slow nod, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “You look like a cherry blossom blooming at the start of spring.”
Ah, cherry blossoms.
Of course he’d say that—the flower that’s basically Japan’s national symbol. I thought he’d compare me to a French rose or maybe an English lily.
But no. Typical Japanese man—always poetic in the most unexpected way.
“Thank you for returning my feelings, Ayla,” he said softly. “I’m really happy you feel the same way about me.”
In romance novels, this would be the moment where the couple shares a warm, emotional hug. But in reality, River
