Chapter 348
"Which movie of mine do you want to watch? I''ll watch it with you."
Izabe thought momentarily and finally picked a movie Casey had just starred in.
The film told the story of a not-so-smart young man with high athletic talent who was spotted by the
national football team and went through all kinds of difficulties to win the championship final.
The plot was simple, but the setting was excellent. There was a shortage of such hot-blooded films
in the market. Added to Casey''s good acting skills, even Izabe, who originally had no interest in
sports-themed films, found it fascinating. The film was worth watching over and over again in the
cinema. It''s no wonder it ranked first at the box office. It truly deserved it.
In the film, Casey''s portrayal of a fool was very lifelike. Not only did it not annoy people, but it also
seemed very cute. The film had set a lot of deeply moving plots.
Izabe was moved by such a scene in the film.
"Brother, I want to eat doughnuts. All my ssmates have eaten them. Only I haven''t. I want to try
it."
"When I have money, I''ll buy you lots of doughnuts."
...
"Bro, are you leaving? Will youe back after you leave? Can''t you pick me up from home from
now on? I want you to carry me on your back all the time."
"I have to go out and make money. Don''t you want doughnuts?"
The scene changed. The brother got in the car, the sister ran after the car, her short little legs
stumbled, and she fell to the ground. She sit on the floor and cried loudly, "I don''t want doughnuts. I
want my brother,e back and carry me. My foot hurts."
Izabe was so moved that she was crying all over her face. Her breathing was trembling. Casey
noticed her abnormality. In the dim light, Izabe was huddled in the corner of the sofa, holding her
knees curled up.
He had not known Izabe for a long time, but in his impression, Izabe was powerful. She was
fearless on the stage, she could ignore the malice of others, and she was overly calm.
Sometimes Casey felt that Izabe had no feelings, like a cold-blooded animal.
But Izabe, at this moment, like the little girl in the movie, curled up on the side, crying secretly.
Casey was not good atforting people. He brought water, fruits, and tissues to Izabe.
Izabe took the tissues.
Casey watched Izabe silently, the film continued to y, but both were not paying attention to the
movie. He felt that Izabe had a lot of stories in her heart.
"Why are you crying?"
"Because I thought of some past events." Izabe looked at Casey''s face and asked, "What is your
rtionship with Brett?"
"He calls my mom Auntie. I''m not close to him."
"Did you grow up in the Dempsey family?"
Casey frowned, "Are you doubting my background?"
"No, I just wonder why I''ve never seen you in J City. You just popped up these past two years."
Izabe casually found an excuse. The two of them are not of the same social status. It''s normal
that they''ve never met before. Besides, when Izabe was in R City, the Dempsey family was in J
City, and there was no connection between them.
Casey did not doubt whatever Izabe asked. He would answer seriously, "I only returned to the
country in the past two years. My heart is not good. I have been treated abroad."
"Your heart is not good?" Izabe looked eager to explore, trying to find a w in Casey''s face, but
there was none.
Casey replied, "I was born with a heart disease."
Izabe suddenly asked, "In your memory, have you ever forgotten anything important?"
"Forget?" Casey shook his head, "Sometimes my memory is not good. I don''t know if I have
forgotten anything."
Could it be that Casey lost his memory? Izabe had been hypnotized by Brett before. She had no
memory. She was like an idiot at that time and she believed whatever others told her.
But Casey''s situation ewas different from hers.
"Have you ever broken your leg, for example? Have you ever been shot?"
"No, I''ve never had these injuries. Why are you asking these?"
The feeling of loss came instantly, like being sshed with cold water in the winter, freezing to the
bone. Izabe stared at his left chest.
"What''s wrong with you? Izabe, do you want to know about my past."
Izabe looked at Casey''s moving lips. She suddenly leaned over and touched his face with her
right hand, her thumb brushing against his canine tooth.
Ryker was a fool. Casey was not.
Ryker was an orphan who had always been in the country. Casey was not.
...
From all appearances, he’s not him. He looked simr. Just like "Bell Salotti" looked like "Izabe".
Is there a possibility that Ryker, like him, was reborn in someone else''s body?
But why didn''t he remember her?
Izabe was in a dilemma, as if she had stepped into a quagmire. The more she struggled, the
deeper she sank.
She wanted to stay away from Casey but couldn''t resist getting close to him.
Casey cared about her, but she had other thoughts, making their friendly rtionship a bit impure.
Ryker...
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" don''t cry, I''ll carry you home and give you doughnuts. this time you have to find your way home by
yourself. I can''t carry you anymore."
She wanted to see this face, open his mouth and call her "Cry Baby".
The person she had liked since she was seven years old. If she can''t get him, she can''t forget him.
She regretted it all her life, even in death, it''s a regret.
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Izabe''s sudden move made Casey stiff. He looked at Izabe''s eyes. Deep in her eyes was
sadness. She was looking at him, but it seemed like she was not looking at him.
Her cold hand was right next to his lips. The seemingly intimate action seemed so distant.
Izabe let go of her hand, shifted her gaze and rubbed the phone on the sofa. It was almost ten
o''clock.
"I''m a bit sleepy."
"Then go upstairs and rest."
Izabe stood up. She slept in the second bedroom. Casey''s room was next to hers.
"How early are you leaving tomorrow?"
"Seven o''clock."
"I''ll see you off. Where are you going?" Casey asked.
Izabe nodded, "I''ll just call a car to go."
Izabe''s expression left Casey speechless. So, he nodded and let his assistant deliver the clothes
for Izabe to the vi that night.
The next day, Izabe got up early. To her surprise, Casey woke up even earlier. When she came
downstairs, she saw him sitting on the sofa with a delicious smelling from the kitchen.
Casey handed Izabe the shopping bag on the sofa, "Here are some clothes for you to change
into."
Izabe took a peek and saw that the clothes at the bottom were intimate apparel.
"How much do I owe you?"
"No need. Consider it a gift."
Izabe smiled at him, "Giving intimate apparel as a gift?"
Casey blushed instantly, "It''s just a few thousand bucks, not expensive."
The clothes had their tags removed, but Izabe could tell at a nce these were not something a
few thousand could buy at least six figures.
Izabe asked for his phone, and Casey handed it to her in confusion. Izabe swiftly transferred a
hundred thousand to Casey.
Hearing the sound of the transfer, Casey tried to stop her but was toote. Izabe had already sent
the hundred thousand.
"There you go."
Casey looked at his phone, "A hundred thousand? That''s too much."
"I''ve been around. I know how much these clothes are worth. Given how much you care for me, I
know you wouldn''t buy cheap clothes for me. Keep the money. I don''t like owing people."
Casey was both touched and saddened that Izabe could feel his care, saddened that she didn''t
ept his goodwill.
Izabe took the clothes back to her room to change and found them to be a perfect fit.
When she returned, Casey had already prepared porridge. Izabe drank it while studying Casey,
noticing bloodshot eyes and dark circles.
He didn''t wake up early; he didn''t sleep all night.
Izabe only had a small appetite in the morning. Half a bowl of porridge was enough. "I need to
go."
Casey nced at the time, 6:45. He was visibly disappointed.
"I''ll walk you out."
Izabe didn''t refuse. Casey carried her bag, and they walked to the door to change shoes.
Izabe had called a taxi, and it was waiting at the gate of the vi. The driver had parked at the
side of the road with the hazard lights on.
"My taxi is here."
Casey wanted to walk her there, but Izabe stopped him, "You don''t need to go any further." She
took the bag that Casey had been carrying for her and smiled at him, her eyes shining.
Casey stood frozen, wanting to say something to keep Izabe, but didn''t know what to say.
Watching Izabe''s retreating figure, he felt the distance between them grow instantly.
"Will we see each other again?" he asked gently, almost pleading.
"Sure, I''ll take you out for a meal if I get the chance." Izabeughed, waved her hand and said,
"Goodbye."
Casey watched her for a moment, forced a smile, and murmured, "You promised to take me out for
a meal."
Izabe got into the taxi. The navigation showed R City cemetery as the final destination.
Izabe nced at her phone. Casey had sent her a message.
"Text me when you get there. Let me know you''re safe."
Izabe simply responded okay and then switched to the weather forecast.
During the rainy season, R City was forecasted to have two weeks of rain. Half an hour into the
drive, the rain started. The weather was foggy, and the rain got heavier as they went along, hitting a
few traffic jams.
The driver chatted with Izabe while operating the windshield wipers.
"I think your voice sounds like a celebrity. What''s her name... My memory is terrible. I just heard it a
few days ago."
Izabe remained silent. Given her current reputation online, she was afraid the driver would
abandon her halfway if he found out her name.
The closer they got to the cemetery, the heavier Izabe''s heart became, as if a stone was lodged
in her chest.
Fortunately, the second half of the drive was smooth. When they reached the cemetery, it was
almost nine. Izabe got out of the taxi and said, "Thank you."
The driver was very friendly. He warned, "Take care. It''s raining outside. Stay warm."
Izabe nodded and closed the door. The driver was about to drive off when he suddenly
remembered something. He poked his head out of the window and said to Izabe, "I remember
who you sound like, that celebrity, Izabe. Yeah, your voice is as nice as hers." Ande to think
of it, she looks like her too, but with her mask on, it''s hard to tell. But surely, Izabe wouldn''t be
taking a taxi to a ce like this, right?
At a shop outside the cemetery, Izabe bought two bouquets of lilies.
Holding the flowers and her bag, she had no hands left to hold the umbre. Izabe simply left it at
the shop and walked into the drizzling rain.
The cemetery had changed the most. In the years since she left R City, many more tombstones
have appeared.
Izabe followed her memory and found her parent''s graves. She stood there for a long time, the
cold rain seeping into her eyes and streaming down her face.
"Dad, Mom, I''m here to see you." Her voice was hoarse and faint, almost ethereal against the sound
of the rain, dissipating with the wind.
The photos on the tombstone had yellowed and faded. Izabe only took one nce, afraid her
tears would pour out uncontrobly in the rain.
It had been so long that she was starting to forget their faces.
Izabe knelt in front of the tombstones, her hand tracing the uneven carvings. She put on a brave
smile.
"Mom, are you doing well there? Have you seen two cute kids? Though they were your
grandchildren, they only spent a few months in my belly."