Gabriella didn't respond to Xavier. She simply looked at him quietly. After a while, she gently pushed him away and turned sideways, looking out the window with misty eyes. Then, her gaze froze. A tall, slender figure was standing in the heart of the plaza, dressed in black—it was Fred.For some reason, he wanted to swing by here after he returned from Bristlewick. He didn't notice Xavier's car, and he certainly didn't see Gabriella in it. He simply stood in the center of the plaza, lost in the memories of a love long gone. There weren't many emotions on Fred's face, only a faint trace of regret. That said, he had always been calm and detached. And that faint regret would probably haunt him for the rest of his life. Underneath the harsh lights, even the most subtle change in his expression was laid bare, including the faint glimmer of tears in his eyes. Gabriella rested a hand against the window, completely engrossed in what she saw. At that moment, she seemed to have forg
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