Nicole looked at the photo and bank card in her wallet, her thoughts as tangled as a ball of yarn, impossible to cut or untangle.
She closed the wallet and acted as if she knew nothing, walking back to her seat with a calm expression.
As they left the restaurant, it began to rain outside.
"Let’s wait a bit before leaving!"
The street was empty, the rain pouring down. Nicole felt heavy because of the bank card and the photo in the wallet, yet she maintained a faint smile on her face.
"Okay."
The two of them stood in front of Milo’s Western Cuisine, sheltering from the rain.
Inside the restaurant, a pleasant song played: "Through wind and rain, silently guarding this place... It turns out you are the luck I most want to keep, it turns out we and love are so close..."
Heavy-hearted and disordered in mind, Nicole slowly humd along with the song, "It turns out we and love are so close, that decision to fight the world for , the rain we weathered together, scene by scene, all you, with an untainted true heart. eting you, such a fortune..."
The purity and beauty of her face as she softly humd, the entire world lost its color. In Jose Floyd’s deep eyes, her image wavered, and he pulled Nicole into his embrace.
While Nicole was softly humming, she was suddenly drawn into an embrace, cutting her song short. Just as she lifted her gaze to look at Jose Floyd, his thin lips sealed hers.
Her whole body was imdiately wrapped in a warm chest. Nicole’s eyes flickered, her eyelashes fluttered gently.
That kiss, relentless in its refusal to let go of her, carried a world-ending determination, obliterating all her defenses.
Nicole got lost in the deep kiss, her fingers unconsciously rose to gently hug Jose Floyd back, her fingertips slightly trembling.
For a long, long ti, until Nicole almost felt she would suffocate to death from lack of oxygen, Jose Floyd finally released her.
Their eyes t, Nicole’s gaze was a little dazed and confused, while Jose Floyd seed deep and unfathomable.
"Who am I?" Jose Floyd asked.
"Jose." Nicole replied softly.
"Who are you?" Jose Floyd asked again.
"Nicole." Nicole slightly lowered her eyebrows and replied in a light voice.
Jose Floyd’s fingers traced Nicole’s features, his gaze intense: "What is our relationship?"
Nicole’s sight fell on the hand placed so close on her cheek, the snow-white bandage stained with crimson, unsettling her entire world and mind.
Her silence brought a hint of displeasure to Jose Floyd’s face. He looked at her intently and asked in a deep voice again, "Do you not know what our relationship is?"
His tone was chilling and dangerous.
Nicole pressed her lips and replied softly, "Our relationship— is very complicated."
So complicated that she wanted to take his life, yet inexplicably she diverted the knife’s point away from his heart.
So complicated that, intending to take his life, he silently solved her problems behind her back.
Jose Floyd, what is your true intention?
Despite reaching such an impasse, why are you doing this?
Five years, wasn’t that enough to satiate your thrill, or have you beco addicted?
What good outco can further entanglent bring us?
A scenario where either of us perishes has long been destined—
As Nicole’s expression changed, so did Jose Floyd’s expression. Finally, Nicole only heard him say, "Our current relationship is very simple!" As he said this, Nicole felt herself being suddenly lifted and carried. He swiftly moved through the rain, carrying her.
Nicole, in a daze, looked at Jose Floyd’s face. In the torrential rain, she could faintly hear the song from behind at Milo’s Western Cuisine.
"Through wind and rain, silently guarding this place, it turns out you are the luck I most want to keep, it turns out we and love are so close..."
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