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 clinging to his

"Brother, you smell nice..."

a little mole on the back of your neck. Let me get it

Licia.

tired. Can we stop

...

brother. I

"Ha ha..."

I'm going to marry

marry him.

he's a jerk, a total

woke with a start,

could I have dreamt of Ernest and me, especially

half-minute before trying to get up, only to realize something

This wasn't my room.

quickly glanced at the bed where I had

down at my clothes, I saw

and walked out, only to

military background, even in sleep, he was neat and orderly, which made me wonder if

so impeccable it almost made

quietly moved from the couch to my laptop, carefully picking it

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