Goodbye, My Love

But now, after strolling around with Loraine for a while and perceiving the aroma of so many great dishes while listening to Loraine’s descriptions, he actually began to feel a bit hungry.

As they walked past a particular small stall, they saw an amiable old lady in it. She was clearly the one minding the stall and she was being supported by a cute, skillful little girl.

Seeing the two of them approaching, the little girl wiped the sweat off her nose and beamed, “Sir, miss, would you like to buy some crepes? My grandmother makes them delicious. We even have a discount today. If you buy one, you get the second one for half-price!”

Marco looked closely at the stall. Though he could tell it had been tidied up meticulously, it was inevitable for such a place and their equipment to accumulate some grime over the years, especially the crepe pan, which had become quite dark.

He furrowed his brow, feeling a bit hesitant, but Loraine had already stopped at the stall and was saying with a smile, “It smells so good.

Let’s get two.”

N G E L A ‘s L I B R A

“Loraine, let’s not…”

he could finish the statement, the quick-witted little girl had deftly prepared a crepe. She smiled at him and said, “Sir, you and miss look so well-matched. Since you’re buying two, I’ll make them a couple’s

stop her anymore. He coughed

at him playfully, he

across his finely chiseled face, making him Look

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parchment paper before being passed over

aroma wafting around them, Loraine and Marco each held a

the food in his

dishes be served on a plate, dissected into manageable pieces with a

find him scrutinizing the crepe, his brow furrowed as if confronted with an intricate