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 when

but sigh again. The significance of our memory was probably a reminder

looked towards us and raised the corners

chatting for a long while, causing the three of them to

moved away from Hendrix, feeling a little embarrassed from having so many

my voice and

"We're married. How can I control

room. It was

around the kitchen and thought about what I should send

that often, I did

to give her a call to

call to go through. Her voice came through a little hoarse, "Arianna, Happy

happily, "It's only the afternoon! What

my random question. "Why are you suddenly asking me

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