Jane walked towards her son. “If you end up liking her in the future, you’ll regret it. Always leave some room for yourself.”
Tom Fritz withdrew his gaze and took a sip of water. His handsome face remained expressionless.
“Don’t make conclusions too early. You haven’t even met her yet. How do you know you won’t like her?” Jane gently patted his shoulder. “Sometimes love at first sight happens just like that.”
“I got it. Please go out and rest early,” he replied perfunctorily.
But Jane continued, “I’m not done yet. Even if this match doesn’t work out, becoming friends with such an excellent girl is still great. Life needs friends.”
“Mom,” the man looked up, his gaze gentle as he looked at her. “You are truly a considerate daughter-in-law to my grandmother. No wonder there has never been any conflict between you two all these years.”
“I’m just being objective.” Jane smiled but raised her eyebrows slightly at her son. “It seems like I don’t care about my own son’s feelings and only try to please your grandmother.”
Tom chuckled, “That’s exactly how I feel.”
“Alright, remember what I said.” Jane said goodnight to him, telling him to rest early, then turned and left.
Her son was already grown up, not a three-year-old child anymore. Some things only needed to be hinted at.
In the apartment.
Tossing and turning in bed, Agnes couldn’t help but pick up her phone. After much deliberation, she opened her social media account and left him a message-Kitty, did you ever like me?
After all, there would be no outcome; she would give up anyway; they wouldn’t meet; it wouldn’t be awkward. She was unwilling and wanted to know an answer.
After sending it, she stared at the line for a long time, feeling childish.
Childishness mixed with bitterness, and she had an urge to cry.
But soon, he replied-
Bubu, after all these years, you still look so young. I really envy you.
He didn’t directly answer her question…
But his attitude was clear.
Staring at the line of text, Agnes’s eyes welled up with tears. She bit her lip and remained silent… She didn’t reply because she didn’t know what to say.
Maybe she shouldn’t have asked that question…
After a while, Kitty sent another message. She wiped away her tears to see the words on the screen clearly-
Your work is very spirited; you are excellent. Your future will surely be bright. I am already old; keep going, little sister; the future is promising.
He didn’t want to hurt her; he was encouraging her, trying to minimize the pain.
Agnes held back her heartache and replied with two words: Thank you.
But if the future doesn’t include him, what’s there to look forward to? She could no longer see the future.
Agnes really wanted to know about his current situation but didn’t dare ask, fearing she wasn’t qualified and afraid of disturbing him since it was late…
Actually, messaging him at night was really inappropriate; what if his wife was beside him?
She wasn’t trying to cause trouble; she had already restrained her feelings as much as possible.
That night, Agnes had insomnia again…
Feelings are truly tormenting; one moment she could understand everything clearly, the next moment she couldn’t… Repeatedly exhausting herself mentally, she felt particularly unhappy.
That night, Agnes had a dream.
In the dream, although she couldn’t see the man’s face clearly, this man was Mr. Kitty whom she had liked and been obsessed with for seven years.
That gentlemanly demeanor felt like a ray of light in the darkness, illuminating her entire confused youth.
In the dreamscape of a sea of sunflowers in full bloom, she stood before an easel with a paintbrush in hand, bending over as she painted something.