Chapter 1491: A Slower Relationship Is Particularly Thoughtful

"Eh?"

The sudden change of topic left Monica taken aback. She thought she had misheard, and a brief silence fell over the car.

She was pondering how to respond, while Tristan waited for her answer.

“I've never been in love," Monica turned her gaze, "But there is someone I like." In that moment, she felt a surge of desire to confess her feelings, but she managed to restrain herself.

Tristan understood something from her gaze. He glanced at her, then looked away and asked, "What expectations do you have for your first love? For example, what would be your ideal love?"

She thought about it. Although she didn't understand the meaning of his question, she was still willing to share with him.

"I think love doesn't follow a formula,” Monica was brave as she expressed her opinion, “In a lifetime, one will meet countless people, but to encounter that kind of feeling, you really need fate."

"What kind of feeling?" Whether he genuinely didn't understand or was pretending not to, the car was moving very slowly, and Tristan asked this question.

of certain moments, now wrapped in his coat again. Her heartbeat began to race, "Whenever I think of him, I

was at a loss for words. Perhaps that's why there have been so many poems about love

now, whenever he thought of Monica, he

joy that fills the heart was their understanding of love. It seemed he was on the same wavelength

him to speak, but

in front of the small Western- style building, he didn't say

off his coat, but was stopped by him just as he unbuckled his seat belt, “It's snowing heavily. Keep it on

and when he was taking out the transparent

reached out to him, “Thank

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back to the question

now, this feeling of not puncturing the paper window

affection for her, otherwise he wouldn't

Monica felt much more relaxed and optimistic about the future, even if the relationship progressed slowly. This slower relationship was not impulsive, it

wasn't home at this

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