Secret feelings under the sun

Chapter One

The body lay in perfect repose on the Victorian fainting couch, looking more like a sleeping beauty than a victim. Detective Sarah Chen had seen enough death in her ten years with the Metropolitan Police's Special Cases Unit to know that natural death never looked this peaceful. Something was very, very wrong.
'No signs of struggle, no marks on the body, and yet...' She leaned closer, studying the victim's face. Charlotte Mills, aged 28, was found by her roommate this morning, apparently having passed away in her sleep. Her expression was serene, almost blissful, but her eyes - those were what caught Sarah's attention. Behind the closed lids, her eyes were moving rapidly, as if still deep in REM sleep.
"You see it too, don't you?" The voice came from behind her, rich and cultured with a slight Irish lilt. "She's still dreaming."
Sarah turned to find a tall man in an impeccably tailored charcoal suit standing in the doorway. He hadn't been there a moment ago, she was certain of it. His dark hair was streaked with silver at the temples, and his eyes were an unusual shade of amber that seemed to shift color in the light.
"This is a closed crime scene," she said firmly, her hand instinctively moving toward her weapon. "How did you get in here?"
He smiled, but it didn't reach those strange eyes. "Dr. Marcus Thorne," he said, pulling out a card that somehow both looked official and seemed to shimmer slightly. "I'm a consulting specialist with the Department's new Oneiric Phenomena Division."
"The what division?" Sarah frowned, taking the card. The moment her fingers touched it, she felt a slight electric tingle, and the letters seemed to rearrange themselves before her eyes.
"Dreams, Detective Chen. We investigate crimes involving dreams." He moved into the room with fluid grace, his attention fixed on the victim. "And this is the third one this month."
Sarah's mind raced. There had been two other deaths recently - both young women, both found peacefully dead in their sleep. She'd seen the reports but hadn't made the connection until now. "How do you know about those cases?"
"Because I've been tracking the killer for quite some time." Thorne knelt beside the body, his eyes now definitely more gold than amber. "He's what we call a Dream Collector - someone who has learned to enter and steal dreams. But this one has developed a taste for more than just dreams. He's taking souls."
Under normal circumstances, Sarah would have dismissed such talk as nonsense. But there was something about the scene, about the victim's still-moving eyes, about Thorne himself, that made the impossible seem suddenly plausible.
"If you're tracking him," she said carefully, "why haven't you caught him?"
Thorne's expression darkened. "Because he only appears in dreams. The physical world is my domain, but his... his is the realm of sleep. To catch him, we need someone who can walk between both worlds." He turned those unsettling eyes on her. "Someone like you."
"Me?" Sarah almost laughed, but the sound died in her throat as memories she'd long suppressed began to surface. The dreams that felt too real, the nights she'd awakened to find objects moved in her room, the way she sometimes knew things she couldn't possibly know...
"You've always known you were different, haven't you, Detective?" Thorne's voice was gentle now. "The dreams that come true, the hunches that turn out to be right, the way you can sometimes see how people died just by touching objects they owned..."
Sarah took an involuntary step back. "How do you know about that?"
"Because I've been looking for someone like you. A Natural - someone born with the ability to cross the threshold between waking and dreaming." He gestured to the victim. "Charlotte here won't be his last. There will be others, and their souls will remain trapped in an eternal dream unless we stop him."
Just then, the victim's hand twitched, her fingers moving as if writing something. Sarah moved closer, watching as invisible words were traced in the air. Thorne pulled out what looked like an antique monocle and held it up. Through its lens, golden letters shimmered in the air where Charlotte's fingers moved.
"Help me," Thorne read aloud. "He's coming for the others."
Sarah felt a chill run down her spine. She looked at the victim's peaceful face, at those restlessly moving eyes, and made a decision that would change her life forever.
"Tell me what I need to do."
Thorne's smile was grim. "First, you need to learn to control your abilities. Then..." he held up the monocle, through which Sarah could now see strange symbols glowing all around the room, "you need to learn to hunt in dreams."
Outside the Victorian townhouse, storm clouds gathered, and Sarah Chen, homicide detective and newly discovered dream walker, took her first step into a world where nightmares were real, and death was just another kind of sleep.

Chapter Two

The basement of the Natural History Museum was the last place Sarah expected to find the headquarters of a secret dream investigation unit. Yet here she was, following Thorne through a maze of storage rooms filled with artifacts that seemed to pulse with their own inner light.
"The mundane world only sees what it expects to see," Thorne explained, using an ornate key to unlock a heavy wooden door marked 'Private Collection.' "To them, this is just museum storage. To us, it's the largest collection of dream artifacts in the Western Hemisphere."
The room beyond defied physics. It stretched impossibly far, filled with glass cases containing everything from ancient masks to modern-looking devices. Floating orbs of soft light illuminated collections of bottled dreams - actual dreams, swirling like liquid mercury behind glass.
"Your badge, Detective," Thorne held out his hand. Sarah hesitated before handing over her police credentials. He placed it on a strange device that looked like a Victorian music box crossed with a computer. When he returned the badge, it felt different - heavier, somehow more real.
"Now you'll be able to access both worlds officially," he said. "Look at it again."
The badge had changed. Alongside her regular police credentials, new text had appeared: 'Special Inspector, Oneiric Investigations Division.' The letters seemed to shift between English and something older, something that made her eyes water if she looked too long.
"Before we can hunt the Dream Collector, you need to understand what you're dealing with." Thorne led her to a case containing what looked like a normal pillow. "Touch it."
Sarah reached out hesitantly. The moment her fingers made contact, the world tilted. She was suddenly standing in someone else's dream - a sunny beach, but the sky was green and the sand whispered secrets. She jerked her hand back, gasping.
"Good," Thorne nodded approvingly. "Most people can't pull back from their first dream artifact. You have natural barriers."
"What was that?" Sarah's heart was racing.
"A dream fragment from 1892. A young girl's last dream before the influenza took her." His voice softened. "We preserve them here. Dreams carry memories, emotions, sometimes even pieces of souls."
"And this Dream Collector... he takes entire souls?" Sarah remembered Charlotte Mills' peaceful face and restless eyes.
"He traps them in eternal dreams, feeding off their essence." Thorne moved to another case, this one containing what looked like a cracked mirror. "Each victim becomes part of his collection, their souls powering his abilities, letting him dreamwalk without natural talent like yours."
Suddenly, the cracked mirror began to frost over. In its surface, Sarah saw Charlotte Mills' face, mouth open in a silent scream. Then another face appeared - another victim, she presumed - and another.
"He's showing off," Thorne growled. "He knows we're investigating."
The temperature in the room dropped dramatically. Frost patterns spread from the mirror to nearby cases, and Sarah heard what sounded like distant laughter.
"Well, well," a voice echoed through the room, seemingly coming from everywhere and nowhere. "A new player in the game. And such interesting dreams you have, Detective Chen."
Sarah felt something brush against her mind, like cold fingers trying to pry open a door. Instinctively, she slammed her mental barriers shut. The presence withdrew, but not before leaving behind an impression of amusement.
"He's already caught your scent," Thorne said grimly. He pulled out a small velvet bag and removed what looked like a dreamcatcher made of silver wire and black pearls. "Wear this when you sleep. It won't keep him out entirely, but it'll stop him from stealing your dreams while you're still learning to defend yourself."
As Sarah took the dreamcatcher, her fingers brushed Thorne's, and suddenly she was hit with a flash of his dreams - centuries of memories, battles fought in realms of sleep, and a profound sense of loss that made her gasp.
Thorne withdrew his hand quickly. "Your abilities are stronger than I thought. We'll need to work on your control."
"What are you?" Sarah asked directly. "You're not just some government consultant, are you?"
Before he could answer, an alarm began to sound throughout the facility. One of the dream bottles had turned black, its contents writhing like smoke.
"He's hunting again," Thorne said, already moving toward the exit. "Someone in the city has just entered their last dream. Are you ready for your first real case, Detective?"
Sarah touched her new badge, feeling its power hum under her fingers. "Do we have time to save them?"
"If we're lucky, we might catch him in the act. But remember - in dreams, he's incredibly powerful. One wrong move and you could lose your soul."
As they rushed from the dream archive, Sarah caught one last glimpse of the cracked mirror. In its surface, she saw her own reflection smile back at her with eyes that weren't quite her own.
The hunt was about to begin.

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

They arrived at St. Bartholomew's Hospital just as the emergency lights began to flash. Sarah followed Thorne through corridors that seemed to blur at the edges of her vision, her new badge somehow clearing their path without ever being shown.
"Room 307," Thorne said, his voice tight with urgency. "Young male, admitted for minor surgery, slipped into an unusual coma during recovery."
The patient, David Parker, age 23, lay perfectly still on his hospital bed, his eyes moving rapidly beneath closed lids. Just like Charlotte Mills. But this time, something was different - the air around him rippled like heat waves over hot asphalt.
"He's still in the process of taking him," Thorne said, pulling out what looked like an antique pocket watch. "We can follow if we're quick. Are you ready for your first dream dive?"
Sarah's heart pounded. "What do I need to do?"
"Take my hand. Focus on the patient. Let your consciousness slip between the moments of reality." Thorne's eyes began to glow that strange amber color. "And whatever you see in there, remember - dream logic is real logic in that world."
Sarah grasped Thorne's hand and looked at David Parker. The world tilted, twisted, and suddenly...
They were standing in a hospital corridor that wasn't quite right. The walls breathed slowly, the floor was made of flowing water that somehow supported their weight, and the ceiling was a swirling mass of constellation maps.
"His dreamscape," Thorne explained, his voice echoing strangely. "Every dreamer creates their own reality. Look."
Down the impossible corridor, a figure in a doctor's coat was leading David Parker by the hand. But the 'doctor' was wrong - his shadow moved independently, reaching out with grasping tendrils towards other dreams that floated past like soap bubbles.
"The Dream Collector," Sarah whispered.
As if hearing his name, the figure turned. Sarah's breath caught. His face was a beautiful mask of shifting features, never settling on one form, but his eyes... his eyes were endless pits of swirling dreams.
"Ah, the new dreamer," his voice was like silk over broken glass. "And my old friend Marcus. Still trying to police the dream worlds?"
Thorne stepped forward, and Sarah noticed his appearance had changed in the dream. His suit was now made of living shadows, and wings of dark light stretched from his shoulders. "Let him go, Collector. You've taken enough souls."
The Collector laughed, the sound causing the hospital walls to crack, leaking golden dream-light. "Taken? Oh, Marcus, you still don't understand. They give themselves to me. Show her, David."
The young man turned, and Sarah saw his eyes were glassy with bliss. "It's beautiful here," he said dreamily. "All my pain is gone. All my fears. He takes them all away."
"By taking everything you are," Sarah found herself saying. She took a step forward, instinctively reaching for her police badge. In the dream, it transformed into a shield of pure light. "David, this isn't real healing. It's theft."
The Collector's face rippled with anger. "You dare interrupt my collection?" The corridor began to twist, reality bending around them. "Let me show you what happens to those who interfere with my work."
Suddenly, the floor beneath Sarah liquefied completely. She started to sink, but instead of water, she was drowning in dreams - thousands of them, each containing a fragment of someone's stolen soul. She saw Charlotte Mills dancing endlessly in a ballroom of mirrors, saw other victims trapped in perfect moments that had become eternal prisons.
"Sarah!" Thorne's voice cut through the chaos. "Remember - dream logic! Make your own rules!"
Dream logic. Sarah closed her eyes, focusing on her years of police work, of protecting people, of solving puzzles. When she opened them, her badge-shield had transformed into a sword of pure thought.
With a cry, she slashed through the dream-flood. Reality reasserted itself - or at least, this dream's version of reality. She stood on solid ground again, facing the Collector.
"Impressive," he purred, but she sensed uncertainty in his voice. "You're stronger than the usual dreamers Marcus recruits. Perhaps we could make a deal..."
"No deals," Sarah said firmly. She could feel her power growing, reshaping the dream around them. "David, look at what he really is. Look with your heart, not your fears."
For a moment, David's eyes cleared. The Collector's beautiful mask slipped, revealing something ancient and hungry beneath. David screamed, pulling away from the creature's grasp.
The Collector snarled, his form shifting into something monstrous. "If I can't have him willingly..." Shadows exploded from his body, reaching for David.
What happened next seemed to unfold in slow motion. Thorne spread his dark wings, shielding David. Sarah's sword of thought became a net of light, trapping some of the shadows. But the Collector himself simply... stepped sideways, vanishing into a door that appeared in the air.
"Sweet dreams, detectives," his voice lingered behind. "We'll meet again soon. After all, Sarah, your dreams are particularly... appetizing."
The dreamscape began to dissolve. Sarah felt Thorne grab her arm, pulling her back through layers of reality. Then...
They were standing in the hospital room again. David Parker was awake, gasping, but alive and whole. A nurse was rushing in, responding to his sudden revival.
"We saved one," Thorne said quietly. "But he'll be angry now. And he'll come for you."
Sarah touched her badge, still feeling echoes of its dream-power. "Good," she said grimly. "Because I have some questions for him about Charlotte Mills. And about what you really are, Marcus Thorne."
Thorne's expression was unreadable. "All in time, Detective. For now, you need to rest. Tomorrow, your real training begins."
As they left the hospital, Sarah could have sworn she saw her shadow move independently, reaching for dreams that floated just beyond the edge of sight. The world would never look quite the same again.

Chapter Four

Sarah's apartment looked different when she returned that night. The shadows seemed deeper, more alive, and ordinary objects cast reflections that didn't quite match reality. The dreamcatcher Thorne had given her pulsed softly in her pocket, responding to the changed way she now saw the world.
She was exhausted but afraid to sleep. The Collector's words echoed in her mind: 'Your dreams are particularly appetizing.' Instead, she spread her case files across the coffee table - photographs of Charlotte Mills, the other victims, and now David Parker's medical records.
A soft chime from her badge interrupted her concentration. The metal had grown warm, and when she touched it, words appeared in that strange shifting script: 'Archive. Now. Emergency.'
The museum was different at night. Sarah's new badge led her through doors that hadn't existed during her first visit, down stairs that seemed to descend far deeper than the building's foundation should allow. She found Thorne in a circular room she hadn't seen before, surrounded by floating screens of light that showed various dreamscapes.
"We have a problem," he said without preamble. "The Collector's attack pattern has changed. Look."
The screens shifted, showing a map of the city overlaid with points of light. "Each light is a dreamer," Thorne explained. "The blue ones are normal dreams. The red..." He gestured, and several dots pulsed an angry crimson. "Those are nightmares being actively shaped by outside forces."
"He's attacking multiple targets at once?"
"No." Thorne's expression was grim. "He's leaving traps. Dream-snares. Anyone who falls asleep in these areas risks being pulled into a constructed nightmare. He's trying to overwhelm our ability to respond."
Sarah studied the pattern of red dots. "They're forming a shape... a symbol?"
"A summoning circle." A new voice joined them. Sarah turned to see an elderly woman emerging from what appeared to be a door made of starlight. Her eyes were milk-white, but she moved with absolute certainty.
"Sarah, meet Dr. Eleanor Price, the Archive's keeper," Thorne said. "And yes, she's blind in the waking world, but in dreams..."
"I see everything," Eleanor finished. Her unseeing eyes fixed on Sarah with uncomfortable accuracy. "Including what our friend the Collector is truly planning. He's not just taking souls anymore. He's building toward something larger."
She gestured, and the room transformed around them. They were suddenly standing in what looked like a vast library, but the books were made of dreams, their pages flowing like liquid memory.
"Every dream ever archived is stored here," Eleanor explained. "Including the oldest nightmares of humanity. The Collector isn't just a thief - he's trying to wake something that should stay sleeping. Something we locked away centuries ago."
She pulled a book from the shelf, and its pages burst open, projecting a scene of ancient horror - a time when the boundary between dreams and reality was thinner, when nightmares could walk in daylight.
"The Last Nightmare," Thorne said softly. "We thought it was safely contained, but if he completes that summoning circle..."
A sudden tremor ran through the Archive. One of the red dots on the map had grown larger, pulsing violently.
"He's starting," Eleanor's voice was urgent. "Sarah, you need to see something before you face this." She pressed her fingers to Sarah's forehead, and suddenly...
She was in a memory. A younger Thorne stood with a woman who looked remarkably like Sarah herself, facing down a shadow that threatened to devour the world. The woman - another dream detective? - sacrificed herself to help seal away the nightmare.
"Your mother," Eleanor's voice echoed in her mind. "She was one of us. Her sacrifice helped lock away the Last Nightmare, but the Collector has never stopped trying to free it. And now he's found you - her daughter, with her power."
The vision ended abruptly as another tremor shook the Archive. More red dots were pulsing on the map.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Sarah demanded, turning to Thorne.
"Because I promised her I'd keep you away from this life," he replied, pain evident in his voice. "But now the Collector knows who you are, and we're running out of time."
"The summoning circle will be complete at the next new moon," Eleanor added. "Three days from now. If the Last Nightmare wakes..."
"Then we stop him before that happens," Sarah said firmly, though her mind was reeling from the revelations. "How do we break these dream-snares?"
"It's dangerous," Thorne warned. "Each one is a trap designed specifically for dream walkers. If you're caught..."
"Then you'll just have to watch my back," Sarah said. She touched her badge, feeling its power respond. "Where do we start?"
Eleanor smiled, her blind eyes somehow twinkling. "First, you need to understand what you truly inherited from your mother. It's time you learned about the true history of the dream walkers - and why the Collector fears your bloodline above all others."
As if in response to Eleanor's words, the books around them began to glow, their pages rustling with the weight of secrets about to be revealed. In the map above, the red dots pulsed like a countdown to catastrophe, and Sarah realized she had less than three days to master powers she never knew she had.
The true game was about to begin.

Chapter 1

"On this sunny, clear day ......"

Emily Parker slapped Jessica Snow's white and bony hand away in displeasure.

Emily glared at her, exclaiming, "Jess, would you mind your mouth and your hands."

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At the moment, Emily and Jessica were in a restaurant near the school. The table was full of various kinds of food.

Emily raised her elegant hand and picked up a small box on the table.

"Seriously, I didn't think Michael would actually be with me, and engaged to me." Emily held the box, a touch of happiness surfaced in her enchanting and exquisite face.

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Emily helplessly forehead, waved his hand.

Jessica saw this action, then immediately move chopsticks.

"Look at your gluttonous behavior." Emily said with a smile, and began to eat as well.

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Emily was a recognized goddess in school, with an angelic face and a devilish body. Her personality was bright and straightforward.

Jessica, recognized as the Red Wedding Bride, has always been teasing and cute, usually have nothing to do and like to funny, but also can get along with the boys, see the girls to take the initiative to ask for a date. Her appearance is clean, but with a little bit of English.

After eating her meal, Jessica looked around, and today, as usual, she began to look for pretty girls.

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Jessica rubbed her stomach, then tipped her hat back and jumped handsomely from her chair. She's dressed in baggy harem pants and a black t-shirt, swaying with her stride.

"Slap-" Jessica gave a boy across from a beautiful woman a slap.

The boy froze.

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Jessica crossed her arms and yelled at the boy, "You deadbeat! You came out for a date?"

The beauty blinked her eyes, frowned, and glanced at the boy in confusion.

The boy shook his head and angrily yelled at Jessica, "I don't even know you, you're out of your mind!"

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"Oooooooo......you said you'd come over this morning to give me flowers, I didn't think you'd do it now......"

These words made the beautiful woman burn with anger, "Surname Huang!?"

The boy kept shaking his head, then pointed at Jessica, "Are you crazy, I don't know you at all.Amy you don't believe her."

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The beauty was about to say something.

A pair of hands slammed on the table, making a loud noise.

The three of them looked at this sudden person in unison.

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"Ethan!" Jessica's eyes lit up, glittering as she looked at him.

Ethan's face was stoic, "Why are you here?"

Jessica instantly froze, she forced out a smile, "What a coincidence, God."

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Emily sat in the same place, watching all this, and sighed deeply.

"I hope Jess gets home safe and sound ......"

......

Chapter 2

"The sky is blue, the white clouds are like a wash, you look so handsome today, man god ...... man god ......" Jessica Snow desperately wanted to break free from Ethan Knight's palm, but his palm was full of strength, plus he walked fast, making her hard to resist. But the strength of his hand, coupled with the fact that he was walking fast, made it difficult for her to resist.

She knew in her heart of hearts - the god was clearly angry! Thinking about this, Jessica couldn't help but skim her lips, thinking, "What should I do when the God of Men is angry? What's more,...... how did the male god find here?

Ethan finally stopped his steps, looking straight at Jessica, his handsome face slightly discolored by anger, "Say, where did it go?"

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"You know what? When you're weak, you roll your eyes so fast you can't even look me in the eye." Ethan said coldly, his sharp eyes sending a chill down his spine.

Jessica lowered her head, like a child who made a mistake.

Ethan raised his hand, Jessica looked up and shouted, "God!"

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When Ethan heard that, his face became more gloomy, but his hand still didn't stop, pulling Jessica closer.

"Hey ......" Jessica's heart is fierce, "wind Xiao Xiao Yi Shui Cold, strong man a go ...... "Before she could finish her sentence, she felt her hair being kneaded by Ethan.

"Next time you do this ......" Ethan hadn't finished his sentence.

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Ethan just gently hooked up the corner of his mouth, the force holding Jessica also gradually relaxed.

Jessica looked up in confusion, saw Ethan's smile, and froze, staring at him in fascination. In fact, Ethan is really very handsome, simply the best of the beautiful men, especially when he smiles ......

Ethan took Jessica's hand and walked forward, only to realize that she wasn't following.

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He patted her head gently, "Aren't you going home yet?"

Jessica was knocked back to her senses by the blow, her facial expression immediately became serious, her dark jade-like eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of anger. "How dare that dead kid hit me? Can't you see that I'm admiring my boy god!"

She subconsciously looked around, but did not find anyone.

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"Man-god, let's get outta here." She looked at Ethan adorably, and said softly.

Ethan cried and laughed as he patted Jessica's head again. "You'd better not act like this, it's disgusting, neither cute nor suitable, it's better for you to have the image of a wild boy."

Jessica rubbed her head, a little dissatisfied, shouting towards Ethan's back, "Do you know that often hitting your head will make you stupid!?"

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Jessica was a little embarrassed by his gaze, but also began to measure herself.

She had a purple pot head, and had only one ear pierced, and four or five other piercings in that ear, with all sorts of odd studs hanging from them. Wearing a denim t-shirt and plain canvas shoes, she walked with a relaxed demeanor, as if this was her.

Unable to help, Jessica's heart rose a few bitter. This kind of herself, is not destined to satisfy Ethan?

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"Good girl, let's go home." This sentence let Jessica's heart of the haze instantly dissipated, the sunny sky back to her heart.

She also immediately resumed the state of a tomboy.

Chapter 3

Halfway there, Jessica Snow felt thirsty. Lifting the heavy souvenir in her hand, she looked around at the hustle and bustle of the crowd.

"Thirsty?" Ethan Knight asked when he noticed Jessica stopping.

Jessica nodded, "Hold this for me, I'll give it back to you when I get out, it won't take long."

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A minute later, Jessica came back panting, only to find Ethan gone!

"Ethan!?"

"Ethan whgerNeu hasvRes Kyoóul be(e*n?"L

Jessica shouted three times in a row, but there was still no sign of Ethan. Usually, when Jessica couldn't find Ethan when she played hide-and-seek as a child, she would call him a few times and he would come out for Jessica to catch. However, now, even though she called out three times, Ethan still didn't respond.

"Did you leave me behind on purpose!?" Jessica stared ahead in annoyance, even though there was no Ethan there.

But the crowd was still moving, and no one reacted to Jessica's words. The crowded crowd made Jessica feel very small, she suddenly thought, this world, how can it be so big? So big that she couldn't find Ethan.

"HmkpIh.i..CiCf ydou Sdo&n'tf want m&eD,X I'plls Ugdoh cool' Qotffb Lby cm.yBs_elfY.B" JPegsRs!ica satc dotwénl in frYolnFtY oKfV tJhce jsto&r_eM in* al dsBuAljky wmFanOnwer*.

At this moment, Ethan suddenly appeared, walked to Jessica's face, and looked at her obviously sad and lost, but her mouth still strong appearance. Her heart, which was originally indifferent, was touched by a trace of her emotion.

"Jessica," Ethan faintly called out her name.

Jessica's head snapped up, her first reaction was one of surprise, which she hid to avoid the pretense of being cold.

"jYvoc, wheQren'd twhe chichk GgAo?D" *EUthta_nY glLanLcuedM at Je&ssvica DaVnd^ rh$eld Bhiss ridgOhWt haÉndJ .ocut iGnp NfrIonét Rofc hRejr*.'

Jessica saw that Ethan was holding a Lucky Charm Pouch with the word "Lucky" embroidered on it.

Jessica immediately grabbed it and put it away carefully.

"Thank you."

E_tzhan rsCluig!htSldy tmokvedi hVis lgiGpdsA,k stiFll usaidQ PcVal_mly: )"OThiés th^inkgg, ykeqePp iwt toZ óyo.ufrsaelf,l nye)xKtj !t,imel .yQou lDobsne iMtk,r éIz mwoXn!'Rt hlelsp. y_oauM ,ag*aÉiwn.é"B

Jessica laughed softly, holding the Lucky Charm Pouch, which was her grandmother's legacy, and also the last thing her grandmother gave her before she died.

"Come on." Ethan said softly, checking out Jessica's sadness about her grandmother.

Jessica came back to her senses, reaching out to take the bag, "Okay, you bring it."

EtBhany ididan't jsa)yQ agnythPing.c

Jessica tried to snatch it, but found it was to no avail, as Ethan's grip was tight.

She bristled.

"Come on, let's go to Burgerville for some air conditioning, and then we'll go to the restaurant." Jessica said with a big grin.

.'..c...

Burgerville.

Ethan puts the bag next to his chair, and sits opposite Jessica.

Jessica slouches in her chair, enjoying the coolness of the air conditioning.

"G'odP,g wihNy zare yZowu fso UhDarjd toH chAasSeT?" JZe!svsjica (sla,iHd SheldpléeMsRsTly.

Ethan ignored her and put his head down, drinking his coffee.

"I want to know, I've been chasing you for almost three years, why are you still ignoring me?"

Ethan remains silent, and will only remain silent on the subject.

"vNevLeqr kmin^d! Ij _hsave furVth_etr ^pQlpawns iónI 'mind btow Bc^hasóeG ^afYteOr* Gmuy jgod_."f uSaiRd óJGeFssAiUcpaK aisV shCe' pheimmmegd gahndk mhéaw(ehd ,tXo herhselWfc.

Her lewd look was amusing.

Ethan's heart was empty, he knew that Jessica was chasing him more because of their friendship. If there was any emotion, he didn't seem to see it. Maybe it was because life was so quiet that he had overlooked something. But he knew that Jessica could never be his future partner.

Chapter 4

"Let's eat and drink and get going." Jessica Snow patted her stomach contentedly, feeling the relief of the moment. She still looked slim, without a trace of fat.

Ethan Knight cast her a disgruntled look, frowning slightly, "That's very unladylike for a girl."

Jessica laughed and did not argue. The two of them took their souvenirs and walked towards the restaurant with great interest.

TShis, reFsGtaMuraTnt hOaRsT aé Gb,ad KrepcutaYtQiomn jin XABukrrora mCUitDy, CJmeOssLica$ JthóouhgAh't dtwoz CherGsreNlf.L

"Honestly, I really hate this place." She said, rolling her eyes as she tried to ignore the restaurant.

Ethan stepped inside with no expression on his face, while Jessica continued to go through her motions behind her, until three minutes later, she suddenly looked back and realized that it was cold and empty, and that she was the only one there! Instantly, Jessica felt like she was in a mess here ......

"Our July Jess is finally here!" A plainly dressed young woman greeted Jessica warmly.

JeCs^si_caP brmu(sherdy $aVsNiPdveK tNhBe woYmanp's !haWndA aknnd WquickTlfy spatU ydown nexktG Ttmo QEYthanf. t"PMcobm, xitq's QnoSt Qlikye myNoIu_ don't ckSnown, sI '..x...k.m"

Before she finished speaking, the woman raised her eyebrows, and her tone lifted a few points, "If you like this restaurant, you can come here, if you don't like it, you have to come here too!"

At that moment, another woman, also simply dressed, shook the woman's hand, "Rebecca, don't bother with children."

Rebecca sniffed, and immediately regained her soft demeanor, snuggling up to the man beside her.

Agt tbheU moXmenzt,) IJes,siKca Caunxd EthBaón mweNre RsGittéiAng& t&ogzether,W Jwhi!lhe aLcrtoslsU fromH CthDem! satP tqwoX caouvplesQ $wh$ol llookTeHdQ téoX ÉbXe Kin stheirZ l^aétVe Wtqhirt&ies.t

Jessica mercilessly flirted with that couple, "Old couple, still showing love here, are you still unaware that you have passed the age of puzzlement!"

The two couples were unable to fight back, and they were definitely KO'd.

"Ahem." The man next to Rebecca opened his mouth, "Although we have our wedding anniversary every year, but this time is different."

ViéctNor SnVo)w smiÉlecdj sXlightlkyJ,q bax fkew Ahintps' oTf a(geP Valppea,ringJ aMt sthe xcorgnersc o)f hOiqsv eByyezsI.J

Eric Knight nodded, "That's right. Today is the very day we were betrothed that year."

"You've all grown up in the blink of an eye." The woman beside Eric, Samantha Carter wore a pleased smile.

Jessica felt as if she was going to fly when she heard the words "baby daddy." This couldn't be a reference to her and Ethan's baby bump ......

EryiFcv tfhrZo.zeG Hfsor Ma momevnat' abnTdv sHaki^dI w^iCth la^ smióleL, m"zOóft coUursGeQ !it'sn ySomua jand qE!thPan."

At this moment, Jessica realized that she was favored by the God of Luck, and her heart was filled with anticipation.

However, Ethan indifferently said two short words, causing all of Jessica's fantasies to be instantly shattered. "No."

Jessica froze, looking puzzled, and asked loudly, "Why?"

EthLanu loyokeAd! waHt J!essQiUca( Zcnaqlmlyd, dhiÉs !coYlad RthiwnM lipAs mRolvved,A "HI* .cahn't .be wi!tQh y&ou inW myO lwifeP."S

This sentence seemed to be a cold blade, cutting Jessica's pride. The great wall of defense in her heart quietly collapsed under Ethan's merciless words, not even the dregs were left.

Jessica didn't cry, she jumped straight towards the second floor window of the restaurant, landed steadily and started to speed away.

Even though tears were welling up in her eyes, they never fell, because she had never been the kind of person to shed tears easily, or to cry at the drop of a hat.

DAiMd ashe zrealzlXyZ lRikGe tE!t_hJaény?' WTUhisK JqAuzesthiony )gériadutaSlly suréfaNced biCn& hejr Émfind,) Émafkpiangf Zhtegrh moirex .an!dQ mo(r.e ,conCfuzseVd ^.z....k.

Chapter 5

At an early age, Jessica Snow and Ethan Knight came to the restaurant with their parents to celebrate the couple's wedding anniversary. They were only eleven years old at the time.

Jessica was very naughty and couldn't sit still, even standing on her chair, like a bully. Ethan, on the other hand, was a steady, elegant little prince who sat upright.

"E, come here!" Jessica gave a wry smile. Even though Ethan's parents had taught him from a young age to be gentle with girls and to think that all girls were gentle and sweet, he wondered why Jessica was so unruly and unlovable.

In JéeÉsHsibca'ss seydesw, EatlhGaDnS wapsz jaust a éllitstlef foSllToxwPerY,f awfter aslqlr,m hÉe .wais jonlyc 5j'c4M"D,h ,wXhHiFlyeó JTevssigca _wa$sp OalmreCaIdóyz Q5'K5É"K, whióch wmade himr lyoiosk tuall.eCr.

"What's wrong?" Despite his young age, Ethan exuded an air of indifference and arrogance that seemed to have accompanied him since he was born, and continued to this day.

Jessica hooked Ethan's shoulder and said, "E, why don't we go to that corner and play hide and seek?"

"You already told me where you were going to hide." Ethan responded coldly, his deep eyes devoid of any emotion.

Fr.o'm gtihNek Smo$menkt aheP wm^et JessHiFca, untci.lt hn)oUwq,( aVtf Ttshme& agMe mofV uelNejvGeMn, E*t(hpaxn hatdU pal&wayYsA &bseen her Jlittle fgo&llOoGweZrN,$ TaccLomKpa^nTyingA Mh'er vlikNe ya klouyia.lJ pveRt!, CplKayhinUg withY khwer all théeÉ wayJ to aéd(u!lNt(hvood, ainLd it tsIeBe'mhedó tNhTaStO Xnoth_ijngy ahad cFhangedÉ.

Damn! Ethan had a creepy feeling in his heart, would this little girl give him more difficult tasks?

Jessica squeezed her fingers gently, making a 'giggling' sound.

"What did you say ......?" A drop of cold sweat quietly seeped out from Ethan's forehead. Even the eleven year old Jessica, at this moment, was already a black belt in Taekwondo.

E&thBan nomddJecd Shelliplnesslyj,x QfCo.lloweOd Iby) JMessicaL quieytlyp slBiRppHe'dé Ooutt t.ob XpGlay* hbipdseÉ abndc sfeek.

"Rock, paper, scissors." They started guessing. As it turned out, Ethan lost.

Not so much because he lost on purpose, but because he didn't win.

"Hey, I'm going to go hide, and you're going to have to come find me!" Jessica gave a wacky smile.

"d5X, 4,Q t3S,N 2, S1Y!t" sE.tRh^a^nq Mturéned a'ropuPnfd, Zand starTtxeAd lloWoqkRiing& fHoJrq Je&ssVi,cHa$.

Jessica's small figure was already hiding in a dark and humid corner of the restaurant.

The corner of Ethan's mouth lifted up a smile. But as the time of searching for Jessica passed by, this smile gradually disappeared, and was replaced by a tight frown on his face.

"Jessica, where are you?"

"JXe,sjsicpa!x?$"

Ethan had gone through almost the entire restaurant, and still couldn't find Jessica.

He suddenly felt as if the restaurant had become overwhelmingly large and scary.

"Jessica! I've lost, come out of there! Stop playing!" He shouted as loud as he could.

AtU Nthis smmoóm(ent,ó hihs lheartÉ fwa(sX fipl)lepd! wint,hl jfea^r*.n He dwavs afFratidÉ thFat J$es_sTiZc_a wovuml,dX dYisavppeWasr *annd h'e^ ZwoulUd KneveWrO cse,e heFrS taDg_a^ivnx. vHe zhia&d ThAe!arréd ktha)t$ rthe(r*eB PwDerBe &badg KpFeopDle lwho alb(dQu.cFtHedr chiJldHrGeXnx.q

Ethan was afraid to think about what would happen if .......

He quickly turned around, ran back to his parents and reported everything without hesitation.

This situation is not Quinn underestimated, hearing the news of the couple immediately explained the situation to the boss, and through the radio search for people.

FuiWnJaClly,,ó tzhe* valMarmé bwenvt! off_ Hf^orS (Jessic_aX, DandR it wgavs& faól'rqeqad)yB daqrkr.)

The next day the late afternoon sunlight poured into the restaurant, Ethan found her.

By then, Jessica was slumped in a corner with her breath in her throat, mumbling "Ethan, Ethan" over and over again.

Ethan held her in his arms and Jessica saw the man of her dreams and smiled brightly. Those words stuck with Ethan for the rest of his life.

"nEX,M FI knoqwS.H Nlo m&att_er wherel PI aLm,L yo.uD'lfl .fqind* meV.. IAnxdz Lif !o!n$eg tday dI ca_nD't ^fiNnd !you, wiXlWl yodu showG up NiZnP fIrSont of JmÉe wihen IC'vse caéllLed YyYouRr_ nHamRe tbhrieqed tyiBmes!?Q"

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