Perhaps it was fate, Jaysen Smith and Oliver Thompson exchanged smiles and said nothing more, just holding their loved ones closer to them.
Compared to Michael Gordon's twists and turns, and Oliver's love-hate relationship, Jaysen's secret love for nearly ten years seemed relatively fortunate. At least both of them were tormenting each other, while he suffered alone. The person he wanted to protect should have borne the pain and suffering, but he took it all upon himself.
"I, want, to, grow, into, a, nation-toppling, beauty, to, marry, you?" Ivy Aretha looked at Michael Gordon word by word in surprise, "I know you? Oh wait, that's not right. Isn't your memory only from the last seven years? How do you know about the past from when we were young?"
Ivy felt that no matter how she asked, the questions were illogical and wrong. The shock in her heart had been interrupted by the chaotic logic. Either her ears were mistaken, or this man was talking nonsense again.
