CHAPTER 5

It was peaceful at the farmhouse, they were sitting at the edge of a wooden rooftop, pop-sickles in their hands and they were sucking onto the strawberry flavoured pop-sickle, Nia looked fazed while Ren was still enjoying the taste of the tasty delight.

Suddenly, Nia shook Ren's hand and his pop-sickle was almost dropped to the ground but he saved an icy part by grabbing the pop-sickle stick firmly,

Ren grunted

"What in the heck was that for, I really need to give serious thought to your continuous attacks on me"

Nia first took a nice look at Ren's face reading his expressions,

He was in no way joking around,he looked serious

"I know you are hiding something from me and I need to know what? how long are you going to keep me feeling worried about you?" she said frustrated

Ren's face seemed to relax a little, he huffed; took his time to wash off the orange colour that was painted onto his hand. He stared at the beautiful scenery before his eyes and started calmly,

"I got lost"

Nia slightly chuckled,

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There was silence for a while

Nia's expressions could not be described, she was trying to understand what did ren even mean by that, she was thinking

is he just joking around

She stared at him blankly but gulped when she saw how dead serious Ren looked, he was staring right back at her.

"Pl-ease continue," she said in a soft low voice; worry clear from her voice

Ren continued "I was 12 years old when I went to an art gallery with my grandmother. It was beautiful in there; I was intently looking at all the paintings and portraits; some were even by famous artists of the century.

Ren paused for a while in an attempt to remember something.