The sky gradually darkened as Charlotte Thompson finished work. She walked on the sidewalk with her bag on her back, lifting her eyes to see the evening glow on the horizon.
A streak of red that was so dazzling it seed to have concentrated years of gentleness.
The evening breeze gently brushed the treetops, bringing a rustling sound.
She leaned on the railing of the overpass, enjoying the rare tranquility.
Looking out, vehicles were bustling under the overpass, and the honking mixed with the wind, booming in her ears.
Charlotte curled her lips, a familiar silhouette suddenly appeared in her mind.
Annie Anne.
In the past, they had watched the sunset together many tis, but it had been so long, she did not know when they would do so again.
Her chaotic thoughts were brought back by the continuous vibration of her phone in her bag. Charlotte took out her phone and glanced at the incoming call display.
She slightly raised her eyebrows in surprise.
Two characters displayed on the screen.
Annie.
Her slender and fair fingers swiped across the screen, she held the phone to her ear, the sound of the wind gradually decreased, and a nearly inaudible breathing sound faintly ca from the handset.
Charlotte clenched her phone, her voice filled with nervousness, yet also excitent. After a while, she ventured to speak.
"Annie?"
There was no response from the other side, but even so, Charlotte felt elated.
Since the birth of Olivia Thompson, Annie Anne had developed ntal issues. She forgot she had a child, but Olivia knew.
Olivia knew that her mother was Annie Anne, and that Annie did not rember her.
Olivia was the youngest but more mature and sensible than her peers, maybe for that reason, she had always been cautious.
Yet she was just a several years old child.
This was the sight that Charlotte couldn’t bear to see the most.
After a while, a slightly hoarse female voice ca from the other end of the handset.
"Charlotte."
Charlotte felt a movent in her heart, a pain piercing through.
She humd in acknowledgnt and simultaneously raised her head.
"Do you know? In front of , I can almost touch a glow of the sunset."
She paused, then continued, "Just as beautiful as the ones we used to watch together."
For so reason, the other side fell silent again. Just as Charlotte thought Annie had hung up, Annie Anne spoke.
Her voice was as calm as a pond, gentle like her personality, yet determined.
Charlotte felt that Annie Anne was very similar to soone.
Similar to Sophie Allen.
"Charlotte, I heard that you’re back in Druarus. The sunset here is indeed beautiful." Annie stopped for a few seconds then continued, "I’m back too, currently filming in Firenze. Although I’m just an unknown actress, it’s better than being nobody, don’t you think?"
She chuckled and didn’t wait for Charlotte to respond before asking, "Are the kids with you? It’s been a while since I last saw them."
ntioning the children, Charlotte’s mouth unconsciously curved into a smile, "They didn’t co back with , they’re still in Ashton. I asked my older brother to help look after them. When we go back together later, we’ll have plenty of ti to spend with them."
On the other side, Annie Anne picked up a water glass from the table. She took a sip and looked out of the window.
There was indeed an eye-catching red glow at the edge of the sky.
She curved up her lips and said, "Charlotte, today’s sunset is breathtaking."
Despite the straightforward complint, Charlotte felt inexplicable sorrow.
She clenched her phone and whispered, "Annie, we will watch many more together in the future, even more beautiful ones."
Seeming to rember sothing, Charlotte looked up slightly and asked, "The past...Haven’t you moved on yet?"
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