Damian walked coldly toward the ticket counter, completely ignoring the amazed glances from those around him.
Bella looked at Damian like this, feeling both proud and inferior.
She was proud of Damian's excellence, yet felt inferior because of her own ordinariness.
"Idiot, now's not the time to lose heart." Bella patted her cheeks, quickly jogging over to stop Damian, offering the Wintergreen Flower she held in her hands in front of him.
"Da… Damian, happy birthday." Bella bowed her head, her hands holding the flower trembling.
"Wow, really? A confession right on the street."
"So thrilling! Damn, take a picture and post it online."
The two men nearby excitedly said as they were about to take a photo with their phones. Damian stepped forward subtly, shielding Bella's figure between the flower and himself, coldly turning his head to glance at the two men.
His gaze carried a piercing coldness with an intensely intimidating presence.
