Do you think my gift is precious enough?

It was just the simplest of words, yet it seemed to wield the greatest charm.

"I love you."

That phrase, so many women long to hear it—plain, unadorned, and sincere.

And it was set against the backdrop of petals from the world's most beautiful and precious Rainbow Lotus.

The scene had everyone stunned into silence.

No one objected, no one spoke a word.

Timothy's victory was well and truly deserved.

That simple phrase was the most heartfelt declaration of love in the world.

Even Sylvia seemed a bit different at that moment.

Her gaze was fixed, unblinking, as she stared at Timothy.

Her eyes, like autumn waters, swirled with a captivating emotion.

She could feel her heart racing, her breaths coming in hot, hazy rushes.

"I love you."

Each word seemed to pluck at the new strings of Sylvia's heart.

"Ha, babe, we won."

Just then, Timothy chuckled, a bit smugly.