Vivi sat with Lilia at the Lakeside Villa for a while, and left before four o'clock.
The sun in Surabaya in October was fine, and the temperature in the living room was comfortable, making her sleepy.
Half dreaming and half awake, her consciousness seemed to have returned to the day she met Rachel in Milan.
Encountering many misfortunes in the world, she initially hopes that Rachel can still cherish her own life.
But in the end, the woman who plunged back into the vortex of love had no common sense at all.
She didn't blame Rachel, because as someone who had never had misfortune on herself, she wasn't qualified to talk about right and wrong.
Lilia only hoped that if they met again one day, everyone would be able to look at each other and tell each other's happy stories after all this time.
On the chaise longue, Lilia's mouth was filled with a faint smile, and she fell asleep in the blink of an eye.
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