“Amanda, who was the person you talked to just now?” Bonnie was in a store and looked for the
bedding needed for the wedding. She saw Amanda was talking to someone from afar through the
glass. Someone blocked her view at that time, so Bonnie could not see clearly. She realized that there
was no one else except Amanda when she ran over to Amanda.
“Nothing, let's go, let's continue shopping. What should I give you since you're getting married?”
Amanda tookBonnie to continue to go shopping.
Bonnie did not give it up and turned to look back. She had seen someone there.
How could the person disappear?
Did she see it wrong? Bonnie thought with doubt.
“Come on, let's go to that store,” Amanda took her to a women's clothing store and deliberately talked
to her, “I’ll buy you some clothes.”
Bonnie smiled and asked, “As my wedding gift?”
“Of course not,” Amanda looked at her, “You're marrying Jos, and of course, I have to give you the best
and most valuable thing as your wedding present.”
Bonnie joked, “Theresa and mom will buy me presents, and you'll buy me too. By then, will I become a
rich woman?”
“You're already a rich woman, okay? What is Jos' belongs to you.”
“It seems to be like this.”
The two talked and laughed, and Bonnie seemed to forget that she seemed to see Amanda talking to
someone.
After shopping, they went to watch a movie before going home.
Amanda did not go home with Bonnie, and she told Bonnie that she was going to meet a friend.
Amanda purposely went to the movie after shopping because she wanted to delay the time until the
evening. So she could find an excuse not to go home.
Bonnie also did not think much about it, and she went home with the driver.
After separating from Bonnie, Amanda found that it was not time yet. She walked alone in the busy
streets of City C. It was getting dark, and there were more pedestrians on the streets.
There was someone selling toys on the roadside. Children would tug at their parents to buy toys. The
street was full of worldliness.
A hipster was standing at the bridge with a guitar in his arms. He wore a little longer hair and glasses,
and he sang a poem with a low, emotional voice.
“Hearing of you from afar, so I set out a long journey.
I've felt the wind blow that you've felt and does it count as a hug.
I've walked on the road you've walked, and does it consider an encounter.
I only like you, from the beginning to the end, earnestly and cowardly.
I still like you as the sun rises, day and night.
I still like you as clouds drift ninety thousand miles, never rest.
I still like you as the stars smash on the Earth, till death do us part.
I still like you as the breeze blows into my heart, limp and numb.
I still like you as the wind once starts its trip and never comes back.”
Amanda unknowingly had stopped long ago, listened carefully to the hipster chanting each verse that
was slightly sad and aesthetic. She came into tears and wiped the tears at the corners of her eyes.
Amanda took twenty dollars out of her wallet and bent over, and wanted to put it into the guitar case.
However, there was a person who first put twenty dollars into the guitar case. She raised her head and
met a pair of deep eyes. He was also looking at her at this moment.
It was as if time had been put temporarily on hold. Amanda and Stanford did not react for a long time,
and they spaced out. After a while, Amanda was the first who came back to her senses. She put the
money into the case and got up.
Stanford looked at her, “Let's walk together?”
Amanda raised her hand to glance at her wristwatch and said distantly, “It's not yet eight o'clock.”
“I'll treat you to dinner,” Stanford said with an assured tone, “You haven't eaten yet, right?”
“I've eaten,” Amanda looked indifferent to keep people away.
Stanford did not talk anymore and just followed behind Amanda as she walked away.
“Don't follow me,” she looked right back at him.
Stanford said calmly, “I'm also going this way.”
Amanda directly turned back, “Don't you tell me that you're also going to take the same path...”
Before Amanda finished her words, Stanford dragged her into his arms and held her tight, “I'm sorry.”
Amanda pounded him like crazy, “I don't want your apology. You owed me a life!”
Stanford did not move and let her vent her feelings out. After a long time, Amanda began tired, “Let go
of me.”
She said icily, “I'll look down on you even more if you do like this. Are you don't dare to take
responsibility for what you've done?”
“If everything could start over, I want to be the first person to meet you and the first person to fall in love
with you.”
Stanford said in a low voice. The most wrong thing he had done in his life was not to face his mind
honestly.
Stanford could personally feel the pain she had suffered from because he had experienced it all.
He did not want to justify himself since he really did wrong.
Stanford did not need sympathy or compassion from others. He just wanted to get Amanda back in
earnest.
He wanted to cherish the person for the rest of his life.
“Y-you're my only family.”
Amanda did not want to listen to this. She turned her head and looked at the river. A gentle breeze
blew through Amanda's hair.
She still throbbed within herself, not because of Stanford, but for her past flaming passion.
She got through it sadder but wiser.
She was incredibly sober-minded.
She raised her hand and glanced at the time, “It's eight now. What's the matter?”
She said with a perfunctory tone.
Stanford calmed down and said, “Accompany me to dinner.”
“I only agreed to talk to you,” Amanda said sternly.
“That's part of the talking.”
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