He raised his eyebrows but did not speak as he waited for my next sentence.

"Freya is very similar to Monique. She has Monique's innocence, clarity, enthusiasm and frankness. When I'm with her, sometimes I'll feel like Monique is still here and we're still the same as before."

Looking up at him, I saw that he was listening to me seriously. I continued to say, "Meanwhile, Yana is more like me. She's humble but stubborn; we're probably the same kind of person. I can understand her situation and what she's going through, so I always can't help but want to take care of her."

To be exact, Yana was like the old me from the past. I knew the pain of waiting well, and I understood the feeling of loving someone to the point of distress, but still wanting to hold on just a little longer. After a while, when I saw that Hendrix had not moved, I looked up at him and saw his dark eyes staring at me motionlessly.

The faint spark of fire in his eyes left me stunned for a moment. "Hendrix..."

"I'm sorry!" He reached out and pulled me into his arms. "I will not let those things happen ever again."

Lying in his arms and listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat, I realized later that he was blaming himself.

I could not help but sigh, "Hendrix, I didn't mean to blame you. Please don't overthink this."

His voice was low

help but sigh again. The significance of our memory was probably a reminder that we should cherish the present and to live the best

and raised the

actions attracted the attention of Valerie and Pedro who had been chatting for a long while, causing

from having

my voice and

I heard Hendrix saying, "We're married. How

made my way into the living room. It was too awkward for me to

then walked around the kitchen and thought

not visit each other that often, I did

her a call

for the call to go through.

afternoon! What

question. "Why are you suddenly asking

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