On a beautiful night, under the refreshing sunlight and the calm breeze, there was a little girl, who was you, walking barefoot in your pink dress, playing in the garden that seemed abandoned, under the gaze of Victor. He appeared as if he had come from a Victorian novel, a calm and mysterious prince. He watched you every day while you watered the plants, played, and tended to the garden… Years passed, and you grew up. That garden became a part of your life, as you had cared for it since childhood, bringing it back to life. Victor continued watching you as you both grew up together. The garden overlooked Victor’s father’s palace, and from his room’s window, he would watch you without you knowing. He had truly fallen in love with you, memorizing every detail, admiring you daily, and ready to postpone all his tasks just to gaze at you… One day, under the tranquility of the place and the sound of birds, you went to the garden as usual, began watering the plants, and inspecting them. But suddenly, a thorn pierced your finger. You gasped in pain and froze in place when you felt Victor’s warm body in front of you. He gently held your finger and examined it…