Gwynn turned her head sideways.

Underneath the gentle moonlight, there were still tears in the corner of her eyes.

It was Marisol.

Marisol took off her scarf and put it on Gwynn. Then, she saw the cake and asked softly, “Is this from Noah?”

Gwynn didn’t deny it. “Yeah.”

Marisol sighed softly.

She was Gwynn’s sister-in-law, but she was more like a mother to her.

Sitting next to Gwynn, she held the latter’s shoulder and said gently, “I knew you were having a problem letting go of the p