"I'm going back."
After a three-second pause, Belinda Nichols said, turning to leave.
"Hey, wait a second." Rowdy Brightwill quickly called out to her.
Belinda's steps halted, and she turned her head to look at him with a frown.
"Thank my sister for me," Rowdy Brightwill said, lifting his right hand holding the wooden box. He then reconsidered and squeezed out a grin, "And, thank you for your gift."
"Oh."
Belinda responded indifferently, indicating that she understood.
"..."
Watching her departing figure, Rowdy Brightwill felt utterly disordered by the wind, filled with endless sighs in his heart.
Alas.
This birthday... he really felt he had aged.
However—
Just then, a moment of clarity flashed through his chaotic brain.
Huh?
He had argued with Nancy Phillips at around six, and now it was eight o'clock. Why was Belinda still here?
Could it be—
She had been waiting here all this time?!
Thinking this, Rowdy Brightwill felt even more confused.
What a mess!
...
