Chapter 44 Writing "Good" in the Palm of My Hand

Joey's eyes turned red and she sniffled as she hurried to Harold's side.

Joey bent down next to Harold, her voice choked up. "What happened to you?" Harold chuckled, "What's wrong? Do I really look that old?"

"No, it's just that I'm not used to it. In my heart, you are still young and handsome."

"I'm already in my sixties, and far from being considered handsome. But look at you, why do you seem so worn out? Julian told me you've been facing some difficulties, so I came to see you."

Joey could no longer hold back the tears that had been welling up in her eyes.

She hadn't visited him once in three years, but when he heard she was in trouble, he personally rushed over to see her.

She didn't know how to repay such kindness.

Joey felt ashamed and lowered her head. "It's my fault. I made you worry."

The three of them, who hadn't seen each other for a long time, chatted happily.

ID, his eyes narrowing

"You rascal."

man, you didn't even tell me you were coming to B

a sip of his drink and smiled. "You don't even show me any respect and you start arguing with me as soon as we meet. Let me tell you, why don't you come and see

bring me a box of mousse

and said, "I

was just something someone like Harold would

hour later, the door of the private room

Share the joy of reading with others and spread the word.

his gaze only lingered on her for a brief moment before he

of recognition in his

still eating sweets at your age. Aren't you afraid of diabetes?" Harold took the cake from him

the cake in front of Joey and said with a

looked at Joey with an expressionless

too, acted as though she didn't recognize him at all. Since

couldn't help but curl his lips and ask, "And who are

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