Chapter 11

I turned around, following his pointing finger, and saw a man in a white shirt standing not far away. He had an apron tied around his waist, and his once handsome face now bore a light stubble.

It had been several years, and he had aged considerably, looking less like a man approaching his thirties and more like a middle-aged person whose edges had been smoothed by life.

When Nash noticed me, he clearly froze in his tracks. I knew he had recognized me.

He approached; his steps somewhat unsteady. Steve whispered to me that it was due to the aftereffects of a car accident he had been in, where he didn't receive timely treatment.

He greeted Steve naturally, then turned to me. "Wendy, it's been a long time."

I nodded slightly and smiled softly. "Long time no see, Nash."

"You've changed a lot. I almost didn't recognize you."

I knew he was just being polite. The video of Steve confessing to me had gone viral that day, and it was all over the internet. Anyone who went online would ha