Rewriting My Story
As I grew older, I stopped saying my wishes out loud, but Conrad always managed to learn my preferences from my friends.
By the time I arrived at Serenity Park, he was already there.
Just one glance, and I knew my guess had been right.
The old Conrad, who was like a fresh, naive young calf, was completely different from the current powerful chairman who had been reborn.
His gaze alone was enough to show that.
"Shirley, it's been many years since we came here."
He gazed out at the deep, endless cliff.
At this hour, naturally, no one was setting off fireworks.