"Anya, I heard you just launched your perfume and it was sold out. Congratulations!" Raka said it sincerely.
They were standing at the door of the Aiden House. The lights in front of Aiden's house made the shadow of his body look long.
Time seemed to go back to three years ago. In the summer, they held hands while walking along the lake. They chased in the flower garden and kissed under the bergamot tree.
But time couldn't come back. The future would continue. They had their own lives and some things must be forgotten, including their past.
"Raka, I'm very happy to be able to share this joy with you. My perfume sells well and the customer response is very good." Said Anya with a smile, "I'm one step closer to my dream."
"I know. You worked so hard. I know you will succeed." The smile on Raka's face suddenly froze when he saw the wound on Anya's forehead, "Are you hurt?"
Raka reached out his hand to touch Anya's forehead.