Renee had a long dream, taking her back to her childhood. There, she saw the sun setting and her mother waiting at the street corner. Their days together, while simple, overflowed with happiness.

As Renee’s consciousness slowly returned, she was hesitant to open her eyes. She longed to return to that dream and those carefree days.

A teardrop moistened her eyelashes, rolling from her eye’s corner.

Kaitlyn had left this world, leaving Renee an orphan. After the funeral, Nicholas and Linda brought her back home, treating her like their own daughter.

Cordelia and Zephyr visited often. Even Toph, still recovering, hobbled over on crutches to be by her side, his cheery disposition brightening her somber life like the sun.

Strangely, the more they did, the sadder Renee became. If only she had decided earlier and sent her mother to get treated—maybe these events wouldn’t have unfolded.

One evening, Lena noticed Renee barely ate. After a pause, she chose to make soup and offer it.

Just as she approached the stairs, Chris suddenly appeared! The soup might have met his head if Lena hadn’t been composed.

Staring at each other, Lena asked, “W-Why are you here?”

Chris chuckled without words.

“Are you staying at the Thompson’s?” Lena was puzzled. “Why do I keep seeing you here all the time?”

“Is it that you don’t want to see me?”

“Not that, it’s just strange.” Lena sighed. “You have a home, yet you’re always here!”

Chris stood tall. “Don’t you know why I’m here?”

Lena wrinkled her brow and chuckled.

Ever since they returned from that village, Chris had become a ticking time bomb, always carrying a sense of resentment in his words.

gaze fell on the bowl of

Ms. Renee hasn’t eaten, so

“I haven’t eaten either!”

Lena was confused.

his arms crossed over his chest. He said, “Lena, let’s see how

was even

the kitchen, and murmured, “There’s some food left in the pot. Help

Lena paid no mind and took the

Thompsons’ dining room until late at night. Household staff came and went, finding his behavior amusing. However, no one dared laugh in his presence. They all pretended

Chris slumped onto the table when fatigue set in. He dozed into a dream. In the dream, Lena transformed into a devoted wife, cooking and tending to

the dream, replaced by Zuko. He questioned, “When will you

defended, “I crafted her a

his

her a shot’ mean? Zuko,

“Here, enjoy your meal!”

nowhere,

a delightful

realizing he wasn’t dreaming. A plate of pasta was on the

“What…”

He was stunned.

was in a white porcelain plate, and the hand holding the plate was as fair as the porcelain,

were fixed on

sat up straight,

make

quite something, sleeping in someone else’s dining

picked up a fork, quickly devouring the pasta. It was delicious and not greasy. He slurped it all up, finding it incredibly

felt a strange emotion. “It

“Hmm?”

heard you mumbling in your sleep just now.” She pursed her lips. “Saying something about not having energy and needing to eat before doing anything. Hey, what are you going to

stopped to think for a moment, and his face turned slightly

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