Chapter 83



When Ernest stepped out onto the porch, he caught me snoozing in front of my laptop, the dim glow of the lamp casting a soft light on my face. His

gaze, tender and fixed, rested on me.

I could sense his presence, yet couldn't muster the energy to wake.

After what felt like an eternity, I heard his gentle voice, "Licia..."

Licia?! Was he calling me?

Yes, he was.

Before I became part of the Wagner family, I was called Licia. But it had been ages since anyone called me that.

"Brother, I'm Licia..."

A vision of a little girl with her hair tied in two buns and a cherubic face sweetly calling out to a boy appeared before my eyes.

The boy was aloof, a man of few words.

the girl, and Ernest, the boy, with me

"Brother, you smell nice..."

a little mole on the back of

Licia.

Can we stop running

...

I want to marry

"Ha ha..."

I'm going to

you can't marry him. You're already

won't marry him; he's a jerk, a total

a start,

was incredible. How could I have dreamt of Ernest and

a half-minute before trying to get up, only to realize something was off the moment my feet touched

This wasn't my room.

I quickly glanced

at my clothes, I

and walked out, only to find Ernest asleep

was neat and orderly, which made me wonder if such

his precision was so impeccable it almost made me want to

didn't wake as I quietly moved from the couch to my laptop, carefully picking it up and

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