Having closed the door, Vera Wave moved sluggishly to the small couch and sat down.
She remembered quite clearly; just now, she had seen a pair of amber eyes that looked like Kris Cooper’s.
She instantly thought of Harry Snowpine, but shook her head in denial a moment later. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel⟡fire.net
Harry Snowpine’s eyes were tea-brown, somewhat resembling amber, but they absolutely lacked the transparency and brightness of the eyes she had just seen.
Of all the people she had encountered, only Kris Cooper had such eyes.
But six years ago, she wouldn’t have known Kris Cooper.
Could it be... I was in love six years ago?!
What should I do now? I impulsively kissed him, and he took it as a confession. Do I really have to start dating him?
Though he’s very nice and I don’t dislike him, this is... too strange.
Each time I accepted him, I wanted to be close to him. Could I really be falling in love with his body?!
Am I... a little perv?!
"ARGH! This is so annoying!"
Running her hand through her hair, Vera Wave let out a long sigh, walked over to the water cooler, poured herself some hot water, and her gaze landed on a photo album on the shelf beside her. An idea struck her, and she reached for the album and opened it on the table.
She drank the hot water as she flipped through the album. If I was in a relationship six years ago, we would surely have taken pictures together, or perhaps I can find some clues in this album, she thought.
Photos of her from infancy to adulthood filled the album. Flipping through, she paused at a group photo.
In the photo was a little girl, about ten years old, affectionately hugging a teenager’s neck. The teenager, who seemed older than her and was already quite tall, was looking at her with his face in profile.
He looked to be about sixteen or seventeen; his features were deep-set. Though his expression was cool, the look in his eyes as he gazed at her was exceptionally tender.
The girl was her younger self. Vera Wave’s grandmother had told her that the boy, recognizable at a glance, was Nathan Leafcastle.
Nathan Leafcastle was six years older than her and had taken care of her since childhood. More doting than a real brother, he once broke his leg saving her when she nearly fell from a horse, almost becoming crippled.
These were all stories her grandmother had told her. Since she hadn’t met Nathan Leafcastle before, to Vera Wave, these stories felt like they were about someone else.
She continued to flip through, and most of the subsequent photos were of her with Nathan Leafcastle. The last one showed her at around thirteen or fourteen years old; Nathan Leafcastle, having shed his boyish immaturity and dressed in casual clothes, was sitting in a wheelchair with a cast on his leg. She was sitting on his lap, hugging his neck, and pouting her lips to kiss his cheek.
They looked like siblings, yet also somewhat like... lovers.
Gazing at the photo before her, a scene vaguely flashed before her eyes.
In the scene, she was riding a horse, her laughter clear and bright. Beside her, a boy was stretching his arms out to her.
"My little princess, come into your prince’s arms!"
She laughed, turned sideways, and threw herself into his arms.
He was knocked to the Grassland by her. She laughed and playfully nibbled at his chin.
The two of them rolled around laughing on the Grassland. Then, she ended up underneath him, and his domineering kiss fell upon her lips.
She tried hard to think, wanting to see his face clearly, but all she could make out was a pair of sparkling amber eyes.
After a moment, he lifted his face. When she looked up at him, all she could see was blinding sunlight.
Her head ached terribly. Vera Wave pressed her temples.
On the table, her phone rang.