In those dark and glossy eyes, the gaze could no longer remain calm.
She stared blankly at that familiar figure on stage, her mind suddenly going blank.
The person playing the piano slowly turned around.
Soft, dark hair, a perfectly exquisite face, the light shone into his deep, dark eyes, emitting a radiance akin to jade.
His deanor was noble, his smile elegant, his laughing eyes scanned the audience, and finally, his gaze landed in the corner where Scarlett Yates was seated.
Their eyes t...
Scarlett Yates’s heart suddenly stopped beating.
"This piece, Sky City, I dedicate to a friend of mine, her na is Scarlett Yates," said the person on stage, then walked towards her.
Splash—
The wobbling cup finally tipped over on the table.
Half a glass of lemon water spilled over the table, slipping from the edge onto her lap.
The ice-cold lemon water spilled onto her legs, and Scarlett couldn’t help but shiver.
The person on stage walked up to her.
He looked down at her, a slight smile on his lips, his eyes gentle, "Scarlett, it really is you."
Scarlett stared at him for a while, her fiercely trembling heart slowly returning to its place, then, settled into calmness.
She slowly righted the overturned cup, looked up again, now smiling, and softly called out, "Senior Brother."
Henry Dales, after months apart, she unexpectedly t him again in a foreign country.
She thought they might never see each other again.
She thought she really shouldn’t have co here.
"I didn’t expect to et you here." Henry Dales smiled, just as naturally as he always did with her, and sat down opposite her.
His eyes seed never to have left her, staring for another mont, and then softly sighed, "When you first ca in, I saw you. I thought I had mistaken you for soone else."
Who wouldn’t.
The mont she saw Henry Dales, didn’t she also think she had mistaken him for soone else?
In terms of ti, she had been away from school for less than two months.
And Henry Dales also left on the eve of graduation.
The ti since they last t wasn’t that long ago, yet Scarlett felt as if a lifeti had passed.
The man before her was still the sa warm-smiling, gentle-eyed Senior Brother Dales.
But the warmth in his smile seed sowhat different from before.
"Senior Brother, why are you alone? Where’s Senior Sister Wood?"
Henry Dales seed reluctant to bring up Rosie Wood, and casually replied, "She couldn’t co due to other commitnts."
Scarlett had imagined many tis how her next eting with Henry Dales might unfold.
In her imagination, if she and Henry Dales t again, by then, he and Rosie Wood would have been married and started a family.
They both were so good-looking, and their children would inevitably be beautiful, whether a boy or girl, they would be greatly adored.
Then, that child would call her Auntie.
Or perhaps, Henry Dales had long since forgotten her, even if they t again, he would treat her as a stranger.
Then, like true strangers, they would just brush past each other.
But, none of the scenes she envisioned matched the current situation.
Henry Dales was alone.
Scarlett, although surprised, found Rosie Wood’s absence to be sowhat comforting news.
The humiliation from that night at the Dales Family was still vivid, and if possible, she’d never want to see Rosie Wood again in her lifeti.
Thinking about that night at the Dales Family, the scars on Scarlett’s heart were slowly being torn open.
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