Goodbye, My Love

Entranced by his captivating allure, Loraine allowed him to approach.

The gap between them was slowly diminishing, and she could sense the warm breath from behind his mask.

Just as their faces were about to meet, Loraine locked eyes with him and called out a name with certainty. “Marco.”

It wasn’t a question, but an affirmation.

A flicker of surprise sparked in the eyes behind the mask. He backed away, sighed, and slowly revealed his face.

As expected, it was Marco.

her gaze and crossed her arms, maintaining a calm composure as she observed

stirred within her. She had, after all, been deeply in love with him.

A ‘s L I B R A

even if his eyes were reduced to ashes, she would still recognize

weaving tales about art and literature. Initially, he had fooled Loraine. But during their second meeting, Loraine

held her silence, as she was unsure, and also curious to see the game Marco was

sigh, Marco

I was

reluctantly acknowledging that her ability to recognize him wasn’t due to his underwhelming disguise, but rather her intimate knowledge of him. With a smirk, she playfully challenged, “Your disguise is far from impressive, isn’t it? I mean, those prominent hands and lengthy fingers

realized she shouldn’t bring them up. Realizing her mistake,

already touched someone’s heart. Marco gazed at her fondly and murmured, “So you

not only remembered his preferences and traits but could also identify him even behind