Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 353

The young man burst into laughter.

At nineteen, he was right in the throes of youthful exuberance. He didn't care about the bustling city crowds-he simply threw his head back and laughed, letting that wild, reckless energy pour out of him for all to see.

Mila caught his mood, her own laughter bubbling up, clear and unrestrained.

A few passersby glanced over, but most paid them no mind, strolling on as if nothing unusual had happened. This was a city of wanderers from every corner of the globe—a place where the freest spirits in the world gathered, and where everyone was allowed to simply be.

Here, in this city woven from freedom and untamed romance, there was space for every soul.

When their laughter finally faded, both realized they were starving. Their stomachs rumbled in unison, making them grin at each other. They'd just started scanning the street for a cozy café when a bundled-up traveler stepped right into their path. He clutched a hefty camera, his face sunburned and weathered, but his eyes sparkled with energy.

A photographer, clearly.

"I just took a picture of you two," he said, a little breathless. "Would you mind if I included it in an exhibit? I'm happy to pay you for your permission."

Mila

on

at her side. They stood in the midst of a busy street, the golden-tipped peaks of a distant mountain glowing behind them. Yet all the light in the photo seemed to center on them-their laughter was

exchanged a glance, then burst out

they laughed and strode off down the street, the wind tugging at their clothes and scattering their voices. If you listened closely, you'd hear the

his camera for

enough simply to have witnessed

at the image of their laughter, shaking his head with a grin. In this city, surprises waited around every

he turned away, letting the distance grow between himself and the unforgettable

At a nearby café,

hot soup and noodles. His cheeks flushed red, sweat beaded on his brow, but he only paused when his hunger finally eased enough for him to

night? Why'd you run off into

pastry, savoring the peppery beef inside. She took a sip of her milky tea and just smiled, not answering. What happened in the forest was something she'd

a steaming cup and pressing it into his hands, cutting off any more questions. "It's

and went