"Hey, will they film , too? If I knew, I would have dressed up nicer."
Mabel Quinn was stunned for a mont. She had seen it ntioned in the news that there would be a parade coinciding with the Lantern Festival, happening two days before the festival, but she didn’t know it would take place here.
And listening to those words in the crowd earlier made her think of Kyle Kinston. Would he show up at this parade?
Thinking about that man made her heart ache again.
Even though it’s been two weeks, whenever she thought of that night, his words, his expression at that ti, it would cause her unbearable pain. It hadn’t lessened with ti. Many tis, she would wake up from her dreams, her face wet with tears.
She rembered the day she moved into her new ho, eating the chocolate she made herself, chocolate once filled with intense emotions but now seed like a joke.
As she ate, she vomited, but after vomiting, she ate again, and vomited again... Yet stubbornly, she finished all the chocolate.
She would ask herself, if she’s going to vomit, why eat it?
Then she would answer herself that perhaps the vomiting was telling her not to hold on anymore.
Coming back to her senses, Mabel suddenly noticed these sounds were getting closer, and the crowd was moving towards her. She snapped out of it, wanting to leave quickly.
She didn’t want to see any parade; watching it would only add to her sadness.
But the crowd surged faster than she had anticipated, and before long, she was surrounded by people on all sides, making it difficult for her to squeeze out.
"Excuse , let through, please," she shouted, but all her words were drowned out by the rhythmic drumrs and chants.
All attention was focused on the parade.
At that mont, a figure unexpectedly appeared in Mabel’s line of sight, her body suddenly frozen, as if her breath was being taken away.
It was... Kyle Kinston!
She stared blankly at the man standing beside the mayor, her eyes instantly moist again. How many tis had she dread of him these days? How many tis had she thought of him?
Even if she told herself over and over not to think about him, she couldn’t help it.
The photos on her phone, those photos taken with him, the casual shots, and their wedding photos, every ti she wanted to delete them, but every ti she stopped herself.
She couldn’t bear it!
She couldn’t bear to delete those photos, she just couldn’t! Right now, all she had left were those mories with him.
And at this mont, Kyle Kinston’s brow furrowed sharply, his heart pounding intensely, as if sothing was reminding him of sothing.
This feeling was not unfamiliar to him because he had felt it before.
It was the Kinston Family’s innate instinct, reminding him of the existence of his destined partner, who was nearby.
He looked around and then saw that figure almost drowned in the crowd.
Even with so many people around, he could still recognize her so clearly. Even after their break-up, did her influence on him still linger?
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