Callie had a long dream.
In the dream, it was an endless rainy season. She held a teddy bear in her arms, sitting in the back seat of a car. The servant beside her repeatedly reminded her, “Maeve, don’t cause trouble for your parents at the new place, okay? Be a good girl.”
She stared blankly out the car window, not hearing a single word.
Outside, it was foggy as they drove into a large villa complex. The car turned, and the driver suddenly slowed down.
“Why is there a child?” he honked.
She opened the car window and saw a boy kneeling on the road, seemingly crying. His fair face was full of stubbornness and grievance.
A servant stood beside him, apologizing to the driver and mumbling about an unexpected situation.
The driver had to stop, knowing that this area was inhabited by the wealthy and powerful, so he couldn’t rush them. “We’re in a hurry too. When can we move?”
She unlocked the car door, jumped out with her teddy bear, and curiously stared at the boy.
She thought he looked very handsome, like a delicate doll. If not for his short hair, he wouldn’t even look like a boy.
The boy sensed someone nearby and looked up in surprise, blurting out, “Mother…”
But when he saw it was a little girl, his smile vanished instantly.
She was puzzled and tilted her head, asking, “What’s wrong? Are you hurt? Let me help you up.”
His palms were covered in blood.
However, the boy glared at her fiercely without saying a word.
She didn’t get angry and just stayed by his side until he was forcibly taken away.
She was only four years old but already had an awareness of attractiveness and liked good-looking boys.
As fate would have it, she often saw this boy later on. Their families lived close to each other, just two streets apart, and they even attended the same school.
She heard people calling him Nelson.
She was always friendly and familiar with people. Not knowing anyone else there, she only recognized Nelson she had met once and clung to him every day, calling him Nelson.
He always seemed impatient, but she knew he wasn’t a bad person.
She followed him around, calling him Nelson over and over again. Before she knew it, they had gone from elementary school to middle school together.
He grew taller and gradually stopped minding her following him around. He even started to play with her.
She practically grew up in the Oconnor family, spending all her time there except for sleeping at her own home. She was always by Nelson’s side.
Nelson’s grandpa treated her very well, like his own granddaughter.
Luckily, she depended on Nelson, and Nelson depended on her too.
They attended the same school. She was still in sixth grade when Nelson skipped ahead to high school.
In this famous Ylosea school, Nelson stood out. He was always smart and gave a speech as the top student among a thousand freshmen. His voice was rich and deep, his posture straight, and many girls whispered about him below the stage.
Maeve looked at the familiar figure on stage and couldn’t help but twitch her mouth.
The entire summer, she had been nagging him, “Why are you the top student in the whole school while I’m at the bottom?”
Nelson had grown into a young man and laughed heartily, “Because you’re dumb.”
They went to and from school together every day. No matter how late Nelson finished school, he would wait for her to go home together.
Everyone knew he had a little sister who followed him everywhere.
Many suitors even sent things to him through her. She accepted everything and ate so many snacks that she almost got cavities.