We Share the Same Last Name(5)
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I was raised by my mother, Yelena, alone at a very young age. Thus, I might look carefree on the surface, but my inner side was very sensitive.
I rested my cheeks on my hands and looked out of the window. Although I seemed to be quiet, I was at a loss.
The cold wind blew onto my face. It was chilling to the bone.
As I closed my eyes, my thoughts gradually drifted away. My mind was flooded with countless scenes, switching between Calvin and Harvey.
When I first came here, I was not used to everything there. When I cried secretly, Calvin would always notice it, as if his eyes were always on me.
I had never seen a gentler person than him. He never thought I was annoying. Every time I cried, he handed me colorful candies just like magic.
His eyes were always bright when he told me, "You won't feel sad if you eat something sweet."
I asked him carefully, "Why are you so nice to me?"