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.

fell on the bowl of

Ms. Renee hasn’t eaten, so I’m sending this to

“I haven’t eaten either!”

Lena was confused.

Lena could react, Chris sat at the dining table and sulked with his arms crossed over his chest. He said,

even more

murmured, “There’s some food left in the

no mind and

in 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 he wasn’t

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 make

crafted her a sniper rifle. I gave

laughed, his voice

“What does ‘give her a shot’ mean?

“Here, enjoy your meal!”

of nowhere, a voice

catching a delightful aroma

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

“What…”

He was stunned.

hand holding the plate was as fair as the

were fixed on

snapped back to attention, sat up

make this?”

something, sleeping

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

him silently and suddenly felt a

“Hmm?”

her lips. “Saying something about not having energy and needing to eat before doing

stopped to think for a moment,

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