Perhaps, upon reflection, it seed like he could still hear the shattering sound of tears hitting the ground, a somber sensation unexpectedly enveloping his heart.
Listening to the faint female laughter from the mahjong table, he sohow found it familiar.
But he quickly refuted such thoughts.
That person, she would never laugh so freely before his eyes; she was always cautious, trying to please him, scared of making him angry.
She loved watching him, her clear and distinct eyes always reflected his image, filled with tenderness and focus.
She was in love with him.
So much so that it was humble to the dust.
In her world, there was only him.
It had been that way in the past, and perhaps, to her, it was still that way.
He felt a sense of relief, exhaled a sigh. Even he didn’t know why.
He had grown accustod to Hannah’s love, and believed firmly that this affection would never abandon him.
*
Tiffany Lynch ran out of the bar, crying.
Originally, the plan was to accompany George River, et and get to know his friends. But on the way, the topic of that teacup ca up again.
She couldn’t let it go. The less George wanted to talk about it, the more Tiffany was bothered by it.
After all, it wouldn’t be strange if other won appeared by her ex-boyfriend’s side after they had broken up so many years ago.
But she couldn’t accept it; she didn’t even dare to think about it.
As a female, Tiffany could read the thoughtfulness of the teacup owner.
What plain friend would give such a gift, and which ordinary friend would know him so well?
The gift remained unopened, but that didn’t prove anything.
Until now, she could still rember George’s surprise and montary dilation of his pupils when he saw the gift.
He didn’t want her to discover the gift, or perhaps, he didn’t want her to find out about that girl.
The youthful and naive feelings of the past were evidently different from what they felt now.
She held back her tears as they slid down her cheek. She wrapped her knees and sat on a bench outside the park, where it was quiet save for the occasional chirping of insects from the park.
"Do you... need any help?"
The mont a tear slid down her cheek, a sowhat thin, pale hand holding a tissue appeared in front of her.
She lifted her head, and what she saw was a fresh-faced boy.
He was backlit, his face adorned with a gentle, harmless smile. His black and white eyes were clear, laughing with boyish charm, and the dimples on his cheeks easily evoked warmth in people’s heart.
Her face slightly reddened, and she reached out to take the tissue from the boy’s hand and whispered, "Thank you."
The boy moved a few steps forward and sat beside Tiffany, maintaining a distance so as not to seem intrusive. "My na is Louis Snyder, what about you?" he introduced himself, sowhat nervously looking at the person beside him, hoping expectantly.
After all these years, could she recognize him?
Could she recognize that shy boy who used to be treated badly?
Undeniably, Louis Snyder was nervous, but Tiffany’s reaction disappointed him.
The girl just smiled softly, tucking her long hair behind her ear, remaining silent.
Her long, black hair was slightly curled, her face delicately adorned, her almond eyes full of unshed tears. Soft and innocent, she prompted an instinctive desire in others to comfort and protect her.
She was still a bit wary.
Suppressing the disappointnt in his heart, Louis Snyder continued to smile, his face clean and friendly, his expression sincerer than it had ever been before. "Did you have a fight with your boyfriend?" he asked, knowing full well the answer.
Next to him, after a long silence, Tiffany eventually responded, "Yes."
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