Seeing the tears in her eyes and the slight, sorrowful smile at the corner of her lips, Summer suddenly felt a pang of heartache. The girl in front of her seemed so unfamiliar today. She was no longer the lively, carefree genius artist; she looked as if she had just experienced heartbreak. Her eyes were filled with suppressed tears, and she was so sad that she could hardly breathe.
“Bubu…”
“I’ve tried to forget him, but I can’t,” the girl said sadly. “I know he won’t reply, but I can’t help sending him emails. I know it’s pointless.”
“It’s okay,” Summer understood her well and gently pulled her into an embrace, softly comforting her. “If we don’t have the courage to love when we’re young, will we regret it when we’re old? At least you tried.”
Leaning against Summer’s chest, Agnes cried…
“If you can, I’d like to hear about him,” Summer’s voice was incredibly gentle, her lips curved in a soft smile, full of curiosity and admiration. “What kind of boy could captivate such an outstanding sister of mine?”
Agnes had never shared her feelings about her little cat with anyone before. But in this mood today, with her sister willing to listen, she was willing to talk. After all, her little cat was so excellent, and she loved him so much.
Leaving Summer’s embrace, Agnes took a tissue and wiped away her tears. She smiled and began to speak, “A gentleman as modest as jade.”
Her sister was deeply interested in this man… Agnes started to share her thoughts.
Meanwhile, at Fritz Manor, the study was still brightly lit.
Tom Fritz had gone through countless emails and noticed the latest one sent just five minutes ago. He paused and checked the time again before quickly opening it-
“Little cat, you will never receive another message from me again. My feelings for you end here. Little cat, I truly loved you, but if I can’t find you or see or touch you, my affection and love for you will always hang in mid-air. This is also a kind of cruelty for me. I’ve bothered you for seven years; I wish you well.”
He stared at these words at least five times. Tom Fritz could clearly feel a girl’s exhaustion and disappointment, sadness and sorrow…
He began to feel guilty for appearing in her life and taking away her entire youth without even knowing it.
At that moment, Tom Fritz wanted very much to send her a reply email, but despite his vast knowledge and wisdom, he didn’t know how to begin when faced with this girl…
Apologizing seemed too pale.
If he said he had read the email, what would she think? That he read it but deliberately didn’t reply?
This was seven years of a girl’s youth and waiting. He couldn’t decide what to do immediately. After much thought, he chose silence for now.
That night, Tom Fritz couldn’t sleep…
While taking a bath in the misty bathtub, he looked up at the hidden lights on the ceiling with his handsome brows slightly furrowed.
Tom Fritz involuntarily recalled those years but couldn’t remember how he got Bubu’s account.
But they did talk about comics for a while.
They had never met; he acted like an older brother who appreciated her work, thought she had talent and innovative ideas, and would also point out shortcomings very honestly.
At that time, he was very into comics and knew a bit about them.
Every time Bubu would humbly accept his feedback and even feel enlightened before sending him revised versions of her work.