His determined words made her heart waver.

Deming was extending a CD and a dark brocade box to her. 

"What is this?" she asked calmly.  

She knew what those were but somewhere down her heart, it felt like she wasn't worthy of receiving it.

"Little Cat, this is for you. A small gift from me to you." He said sincerely. 

"And what makes you gift it to me? It's not my birthday and you are not someone to gift me anything, neither my boyfriend nor my friend. So there is nothing for which I can accept this. It would be better if you gift it to Ms.Long, she will be happy receiving it." 

Lifen said plainly without giving any expression on her face. No one can identify what she was thinking or feeling inside her heart.

For Deming, her words were a jab made by an ice dagger inside his injured heart. But it wasn't that painful.