"Anya... really? I... I'm so happy! I'm overjoyed to be recognized by the woman I admire!" Harry happily wrapped his arms around Anya's slender waist again, and she leaned against his shoulder.
"Brother Harry, then…then tell me, what's the story behind this framed maple leaf?"
Perhaps to ease the ambiguous and awkward atmosphere, Anya picked up the maple leaf from the two remaining gifts Harry had brought and asked curiously.
"Oh, Anya, look, isn't this maple leaf special? It's as red as the glow of a sunset..." Harry held the frame, pointing at the maple leaf inside as he spoke with emotion.
"This is an autumn leaf from Domina. I picked it when I went there two years ago to admire the swans, mandarin ducks, and egrets. Though the mountains were covered in maple leaves back then, I only chose this one—my favorite autumn leaf. Just like in this vast sea of people, my only true confidante is you!"
