Chapter 368


    “Come with me! Let me show you something!” Christopher tugged me out of the exhibition hall and we


    left. Back at our home, he turned on hisptop and turned the screen to me. He pointed at an icon and


    asked, “Look in here! Do you know what this is?”


    I nced at him suspiciously and clicked at the icon that Christopher was pointing at. My eyes widened


    at the contents. I flipped through the pages on the screen. It was a chat history between Christopher


    and a girl.


    The conversations were not flirtatious in nature; it was just two people sharing stories of their lives and


    sending encouragement and support to each other. The veryst message was a message that I had


    sent to Key when I was living in a small seaside town.


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    The message read, Even though I had suffered a shipwreck at sea before, I can still appreciate the


    beauty of the ocean now as I stand on the beach of Summerbank. Tell me, Key, what should I do with


    my dying days so that thesest three months will not be in vain?


    There was no reply to that message, but on the very next day after that, Christopher had appeared in


    front of me.


    “So, did you manage to locate me through this little nugget of information?” I was still holding theptop


    in my hands. My mind was still digesting this new revtion. No wonder Christopher had found me so


    fast and was so sure that I was alive; I had been messaging him all day every day unknowingly. It was


    as good as confessing the truth to him.


    I stared at Christopher incredulously. “You are Key? The Key that I had been chatting with online all


    these years?”


    “Yes, I am Key!” Christopher nodded, then said in a somber tone, “I told you we’ve known each other


    for many years. Throughout all those years, you have shared with me all your thoughts and confessed


    to me your love for painting. Eve, we met much earlier than you can remember, and I know all your


    stories. For example, I knew that you would seek revenge by secretly adding salt into Crystal’s water


    bottle whenever she teased you so that she would not dare to drink any water all day… I also know-”


    “Hold on, stop talking. Let me digest this. Why does it feel like we were actually dating online?” I


    blinked a few times, feeling a little mad. Back then, I had thought of Key as my confidant. I had kept no


    secrets from Key. Who would have thought that Key was actually Christopher? Doesn’t this mean that


    Christopher knows all my embarrassing stories? Including the story of when I got my first period?


    I did not have a mother to prepare me for womanhood. I did not even know how to use a sanitary pad. I


    hadined to Key who had then sent me a video tutorial on how to use one. Back then, I thought


    of Key as my wiser, older sister.


    I could not bear to think about all the things that I had told Key anymore. It was just too embarrassing


    and all I wanted at that moment was to sink into the ground. I can’t believe Christopher was the one


    who had taught me how to use a sanitary pad and that’s not even the most embarrassing thing! I can’t


    take this shame, but I don’t think I can bear to look Christopher in the eye for the next three days!


    “Why didn’t you ever confess your feelings to me? You’re not lying to me, are you?”


    “Silly girl! How could a man confess his feelings so casually? If he does, then his feelings must not be


    true.” Christopher lightly nudged me.


    “How could you be Key? How could such a tough guy like you use such a feminine nickname? I’ve


    always thought that Key was female!” I was still in disbelief. When I first started chatting with Key, I was


    only thirteen years old, and Key was still young too.


    “I didn’t think much about it! ‘Key’ had seemed like a friendly name. Anyway, it worked, didn’t it? It got


    you to start chatting with me!” Christopher said proudly and pressed a kiss on my forehead. “So, you


    see, I’ve already got you wrapped around my finger from the time you were thirteen! You won’t be able


    to leave me now!”


    Due to my ill health andck of nutrition, I was small at thirteen years old. Isn’t it a little bit too much


    that he liked me when I was thirteen?


    I yfully bit down on Christopher’s arm and cried, “You old man! You pedophile!”