"I wanted to write a love letter for Cecilia."
Caleb Sterling handed her the first letter.
Sierra Summers looked in astonishment at the many letters there, not forgetting to take the one Caleb handed over, murmuring, "You wrote so many love letters? For me?"
Caleb couldn't help but laugh seeing her surprise.
"I didn't expect it either."
"When I started writing, I learned that during your student days, you received a lot of love letters." Caleb moved the glass aside and personally organized the letters in chronological order.
Beneath the letters was still a layer of glass, as a protection for them; directly placing them on the ground would be too dirty.
Caleb was still not very satisfied, "Originally, this was something I intended to do."
However, he and Sierra were practically inseparable; Caleb couldn't find an excuse or reason to spare time to do this.
Sierra had already opened the first love letter.
