Clarisse's cooking was as good as ever, perhaps even better than before. After all, she had been home these days, fully devoted to taking care of the number one patient, Jonathan. Farah ate heartily, and for a moment, it felt like they had returned to the old days when the four of them lived in adjacent apartments and gathered to eat together.
Those memories made Jonathan a bit uncomfortable, as he hadn't been particularly kind to Clarisse back then. He cleared his throat to interrupt the reminiscing, but Farah, sensing an opportunity to tease him, smirked mischievously.
"Why the cough? Bad memories you can't bear to revisit?"
Honestly, thinking of the hardships Clarisse endured back then and seeing her happiness now, Farah genuinely felt happy for her and thought that all her silly sacrifices had been worth it.
Jonathan rolled his eyes at Farah,
"I never dwell on the past. I only focus on the happiness in front of me!"
