Later that evening, Vivian came again. She carried a paper bag in her hand. Inside was a scarf—the same color as the one she had bought me after saving up all summer during her freshman year.Back then, I took 17 selfies wearing it, and she liked every single photo I posted. She set the bag on the nightstand and said hesitantly, "I… passed by the store and saw the new collection... You used to say you liked this brand." I glanced at it and didn't move. Kate immediately leaned over, pulled out the scarf, and shook it open. "Oof, isn't this color a little outdated? Ryan likes brighter colors now." She folded it back up, stuffed it into the bag, and pushed it back toward Vivian. "He appreciates the thought, but you can take it back.The next day, Vivian came with a packet of pain relief patches. "Your arm injury still acts up whenever it rains. Remember to use this," she reminded me. I didn't expect her to still remember my old injury. In the past, she'd only text me onc
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