Is it really love?
Little girl...
Koa Jackson held the steering wheel tightly with one hand, his peripheral vision catching the phone on the passenger seat. Suddenly, he felt a heartache he had never experienced before, a blind fear because of soone, a pain in his heart, confusion crowding his thoughts.
Is Mia Ginger like this?
Being with him, the pain outweighs the joy, the pressure greater than the relaxation. She isn’t enjoying it; instead, she’s enduring it all along.
Just look at how she looked earlier. When he left, she was so relaxed.
That’s how a freshman girl should be.
Koa Jackson reached out to loosen the tie around his neck, but it still felt tight. He simply pulled it off and tossed it onto the passenger seat.
Along with that, he also unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt.
Slowly lowering the car window, he leaned over, grabbed the phone from the passenger seat, and directly threw it outside.
With a beautiful parabola, the phone landed in the garbage truck by the roadside.
Koa Jackson stared fixedly at the empty rearview mirror, turned his head, rolled up the window, hit the gas, and moved on.
His mind was full of that girl, Mia Ginger.
She has many little flaws that leave him utterly helpless when he thinks of them.
She likes to fight when they disagree; you can’t smile at her, give her a smile and she’ll happily overstep her boundaries; she likes to act spoiled when she’s happy, always crinkling her nose which makes her face look small and not cute; she doesn’t like drinking milk, is picky with vegetables, and only likes things with no nutritional value; especially, she loves wearing his shirts...
With so many flaws, he finds himself unable to resist the urge to laugh as these thoughts wander aimlessly in his mind.
But before he could laugh, he rembered her tears, her tightly pursed lips, and her uneasy deanor.
After all—
His mind was completely filled with her, impossible to push away.
He didn’t need to work in the afternoon.
Driving without consciousness, he found himself in the city, not knowing where to go. While driving, the vibration of his phone pulled his thoughts back.
Koa Jackson composed himself, put on his earphones, and called out, "Grandpa."
"Koa, didn’t you say you’d co back this afternoon? Where are you now?" The old master’s resonant voice reached his ears.
Koa Jackson glanced at his phone to check the ti and recalled that he had said he would return to the house in the afternoon.
With a smile, he said, "I’m already on the road."
"On the road?" The old master’s tone turned slightly stern, quickly adding, "Drive carefully and don’t rush, just co back slowly."
"Understood."
Koa Jackson ended the call.
——
At the Jackson residence, in the hall.
The old master hung up the phone, glanced at Lia Chester sitting upright on the sofa, and asked with a smile, "How old is Lia this year?"
"Twenty-seven," Lia replied with a bright smile.
"Twenty-seven, huh," the old master thought for a mont, probing, "And your birthday?"
"August 3rd, lunar calendar," Lia replied.
"Oh," the old master paused in thought, then chuckled, "Half a year younger than our Koa, whose birthday is on February 2nd."
"I know," Lia took a sip from her tea cup and put it down, couldn’t help but smile, "Did you forget? I ntioned earlier, I also work in the neurosurgery departnt of the Fourth Hospital, just with Koa."
"Isn’t that right," the old master paused for a mont, then laughed heartily, "Look at my mory, just heard it and forgot it, getting old and useless."
"How is that possible?" Lia glanced at the middle-aged noblewoman beside her, pursed her lips and said, "If I hadn’t heard mom ntion it on the road, I wouldn’t have believed it. You’re already ninety-six years old, yet you don’t look it at all."
The old master laughed heartily, his voice full of cheer.
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