Arriving at the Billiard Room

And so it was, under the watchful eyes of countless girls filled with envy and admiration, Lina climbed onto the back seat of Talon's motorcycle. The bike was a Hamlet, a top-notch American brand, and it was quite the spectacle.

In the entire school, only Talon owned such an expensive motorcycle. Many girls dreamt of riding on this bike, cruising around the campus. Even Talon's girlfriend, Melfi, had never ridden on his motorcycle. Not for any particular reason, but because Melfi was a proud and aloof character, unwilling to be the subject of gossip, accused of gold-digging.

So, by sheer accident, Lina became the first lucky one to sit on the back seat of Talon's bike. The girls were so jealous that they clenched their lips.

Talon took her away, purely because he thought she resembled his lost little sister. He planned to take her home after finishing his business, to let his father recognize her.

Facing the setting sun and the gentle breeze, Lina's mood became incredibly beautiful as she admired the scenery along the streets. These scenes, which she had only seen in period dramas, were now truly unfolding before her eyes. It was a wonderful feeling.

Naturally, Lina hugged Talon's slim waist and leaned her face against him. In her growing years, her father had never ridden a bike with her. They had a car at home, and Lina's travels were almost always in luxury cars. Her father was always busy with work and had almost no time to accompany her. Only when she got into trouble at school would Talon rush to the school, scold her fiercely, and sometimes even hit her.

Her mother had died in an accident when she was very young. It was Talon, her irascible father, who had raised her single-handedly, often with strict discipline. However, as Talon reached middle age, his character finally settled down, and he began to act more like a father. Unfortunately, by the time he learned to be a father, his daughter had already grown up.

Seeing her father as a young man, Lina was actually quite happy.

"Talon, what kind of person is your girlfriend?" she asked.

"Why do you ask?" he retorted.

"I just want to know what my mother was like. After all, she died before I was born."

Tim, standing nearby, couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Hahaha, your mother died before you were born! Hahaha!"

Talon didn't laugh. His expression became more complex. His lost little sister was mentally challenged. Perhaps this girl was indeed his mentally challenged sister who had been kidnapped by human traffickers years ago.

He replied casually, "My girlfriend is the most beautiful girl in the world."

"Wow."

Her mother was a long-standing hidden pain in her father's heart. After her death, her father was depressed for many years. As for her mother, he never mentioned her to Lina, keeping her memory as a precious treasure in his heart.

Lina was very curious about what kind of person her mother was, to have left such a deep impression on Talon that he could not forget her after so many years.

Wait, something seemed off. Her mother's name was not Melfi. The most beautiful girlfriend, Melfi, was not her mother!

Talon looked at the time on his watch, sped up, and headed towards the billiard room.

Twenty minutes later, a group of unruly teenagers appeared menacingly in front of the billiard room on the entertainment street.

This entertainment street also had a sense of heritage. In Lina's time, there were no longer any dance halls or billiard rooms on the street. Instead, there were a variety of unique bars, where Lina often hung out with her friends.

She never expected that her young father had once been a regular on this entertainment street.

What a different era, but the same fiery youth!

Back then, the billiard room was not as formal as it is now. It was filled with smoke and noise, with people arguing, smoking, and flirting. It was mostly young people from the streets, or young students who were up to no good. After school, they would come over to play a few rounds, trying to act like adults.

Talon led Lina through a narrow underground passage. The eyes of the local ruffians were always on her, turning round and round. She was a pretty girl, and in an era when most girls didn't take much care of their skin, she stood out with her fair and tender skin. It was hard not to attract attention.

Lina followed closely behind Talon, clutching the corner of his clothes in fear.