Henry sensed that he had become closer to Felicia. It was an odd feeling. She was his mother, but another layer of connection formed between them.
Felicia felt the same. She understood him more. Although it was only a summary of his life's story, it still showed her he wasn't just a lucky person.
Henry had truly plucked his own destiny. He was a true talent born out of billions of others.
As for her… she was a lucky prostitute. Without him, she would still be pleasing those men. Thinking about that made her depressed.
The day after, Henry left the hotel alone. He found a post office and sent a letter addressed to Lalaminea.
He did tell her he wanted to celebrate his birthday with her. Unfortunately, he couldn't return. If he could fly, he would.
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Dear Lalaminea,
