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.

divorce, she hadn't set foot

been back in the West district. If it wasn't for Brandon bringing her here today, the memory of this place might have faded

felt a pang

slowly beneath the horizon. Her mind was at

and neither had the red roofs of the old school

students cycling past still wore the same uniforms reminiscent of her own school days, but their 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 along the

same, yet everything was slowly

around and raised her gaze, it caught on a large bouquet

her a small smile and handed over the flowers to

was lost

to celebrate

Brandon pondered, "Happy

think of any special reason

birthday, and it didn't commemorate any anniversaries or milestones-the day was just an

couldn't help but smile

reached out to

radiant burst of red, each bloom dewy

a man of ceremony or romance. His world had

done the flower-giving

prepared any presents for her; he

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