Wild Rose(8)

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Since I moved out of Tony's house, he hadn't contacted me for a couple of days.

I thought he was thinking carefully about our relationship, but when I got home from work that night, I saw him squatting pitifully at the door of my apartment. When he saw me, he jumped up excitedly and called out, "Katherine!"

Then, his body swayed. I hurried forward to help him up. Tony fell into my arms and buried his face in my neck, blowing his warm breath on my skin.

"Katherine," he said with grievance, "my feet are numb."

I was speechless.

I had no choice but to take Tony home.

After walking into the room, he put down his backpack and took out a painting from it.

It turned out to be me in the painting. My red dress swept the desolate ground, as bright as flames. My soft brown hair hung down, matching well with the golden-red setting sun in the sky.

However, the face in the picture was a little different from mine.

"It's you two years ago."

Tony said, "After that time, I often dreamed