And her, I suppose today she'll be eating dumplings with her family, watching the Lantern Festival gala on TV, something like that.
He could almost imagine it, and as he thought about it, a trace of a smile appeared on his lips, as if just thinking of her in his annoyance made him a bit happier.
Dorian Howards picked up his phone, looked at Alice Conley's name in his contacts, but ultimately didn't press the call button. Perhaps she doesn't really want to see him, so better to let her enjoy a peaceful Lantern Festival. He'll just stay at the entrance of the neighborhood for a while—consider it keeping her company.
Thinking this, he put his phone away, then quietly closed his eyes, leaning back on the car seat. Flashes of their past interactions played across his mind, so sweet.
But the sweeter they were, the more pain he felt. Had those three months exhausted all the happiness he could ever have in life?
