Betsy Russell's eating slowed down, and she frowned, puzzledly asking, "Are you the little boy in your story? That girl..."
"It's just a story, but the story isn't over yet..." Thad Drew's smile on his face became even brighter.
"Alright, then continue." Betsy Russell said with a smile.
She indeed hadn't met any young boys when she was little.
However, the latter part of Thad Drew's story felt somewhat familiar to her.
Thad Drew took a sip of beer, his beautiful peach blossom eyes covered with a layer of mist, and he continued, "Finally, one day the little boy approached the little girl and asked her, do you remember me?"
"The little girl was frightened by the anticipation in the little boy's eyes, cursed in confusion, and ran away. One day after the little girl had finished work and was on her way home, she passed by an alley, and suddenly everything went black."
