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."

was low when

was probably a reminder that we should cherish the

the corners of her

of Valerie and Pedro who had been chatting for a long while, causing the three of them to look over to us at

away from Hendrix, feeling a little embarrassed from having

voice and said,

"We're married. How

the living room. It

thought about what I should send

not visit each other that often, I did not know

decided to give her

through. Her voice came through a little hoarse,

the afternoon! What do

sounded surprised at my random question. "Why are you suddenly asking me

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