Rena turned her head.


    Addie approached Rena slowly, her voice hoarse from crying. “Before my brother passed away, he asked me to give you two things. He said he wanted you to have a look.”


    There was a ne and a key.


    Addie covered her mouth and continued, “Harold bought them especially for you.”


    In silence, Rena took the items from Addie’s hands.


    Addie sniffled and said, “Rena, my mother has no courage to face you.


    She asked me to apologize to you. She said if she could have convinced my brother back then, maybe you and he could have Lived a happy life.


    He really… liked you. Rena, what I fear most is that you don’t want to believe that he loved you… In the past few years, he had had a bad time.”


    Rena was also going through a difficult time.


    Whose first Love was not unforgettable?


    And Harold’s death was untimely.


    Rena sat in the car, her expression thoughtful. Ross, the driver, spoke softly. “Mrs. Fowler, shall we head home now or…”


    Rena lowered her head, holding the key in her hand.


    “I want to go somewhere,” she said softly.


    Without further questions, Ross drove her to an old neighborhood in the east of the city. He considerately stayed in the car, giving Rena the space she needed.


    Alone, Rena ascended the stairs.


    Many years ago, the Moore family had lived here temporarily, in an 80-square-meter apartment.


    Back then, Rena often cooked for Harold.


    He was always so busy…


    Whenever he returned, she would be dozing off on the table.


    This was where she had spent her youth.


    As Rena opened the door, she found the interior Largely unchanged, but there were some new additions that indicated someone came here often to clean. There was even a te of washed fruit on the table.


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