Today, Laura wore a short white dress, her makeup flawless, hair neatly pinned up—a stark contrast to her usual nightlife look. She moved through the sunlight like a graceful white swan, every bit the noble figure Forrest had first seen years ago. High, cold, and untouchable—like the moon in the sky, a flower in the mist.Forrest remembered that first crush in his teenage years: it had been that first glance, that instant spark. But she had been so distant, indifferent to all his efforts, never even granting him a proper look.He hadn’t given up. He transferred schools for her, pursued her every day, yet couldn’t earn a single glance. Eventually, he became the playboy everyone knew, as if thinking that would make her notice him. But she remained the untouchable white moon of his youth, unchanged by anyone.When the Ivey family fell, and she had nowhere to turn, he saved her. Laura might have thought he saw her as a plaything, but he had loved her all along.For years in the nightlife
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