Chapter 394

Sophia made her way the riverside.

It was evening, a time when the riverside park thrummed with life.

Beyond the students engrossed in their games, the park was brimming with parents walking their young ones, elders, youths, and couples out for a jog.

During the two years since marrying Brandon, she would often find solace here, sometimes sitting contemplatively beneath the setting sun for an entire afternoon. Occasionally, she would sketch quietly; more often, she lost herself to daydreams.

Under the sunset, she'd gaze the throngs of students heading home, their youthful faces a mirror to her own high school days, stirring memories of her own adolescence.

On the days when her mood was somber, she loved being here alone, to walk or to sit.

Not once had Brandon joined her on these introspective escapades.

His life was a whirlwind of work, leaving little room for the leisurely pace of strolling and daydreaming.

But back then, her days were so idyllically slow that she could only savor the sweetness of life through such memories.

The warmth and bliss of senior year when she first met Brandon were so overwhelming, and so she would often find herself smiling at the lively students passing by, as if reclaiming piece by piece the carefree days she had spent with him.

Sitting quietly, recalling the past against the backdrop of sunset, was sublime— especially when her love was right by her side.

But one can't live on memories alone.

she hadn't

it wasn't for Brandon

a pang of

the horizon. Her mind was at peace yet tinged

roofs of the old school buildings, though they showed signs

bikes had changed from old styles to flashy yellow and green ones. Gradually, the electric scooters were replacing bicycles, and the chorus of bike bells

same, yet everything was

a large bouquet of dazzling roses. She froze before slowly traveling up to meet the eyes of Brandon, who held the

and handed over the

lost for

need to celebrate that?"

Brandon pondered,

racked his brain but couldn't think of any special reason for

didn't commemorate any anniversaries or milestones-the

but smile back

to

flowers were stunning and fresh-a radiant burst

of ceremony or romance. His world had

had never done the flower-giving thing

He had never really prepared any presents for her; he just

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