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Nathan took his mooching to the extreme.
Under the pretext that I was Ethan’s niece, he claimed it was justified to take care of me based on his relationship with Ethan.
He stayed at the studio for several days, refusing to leave even after my ankle had healed.
Although he seemed unreliable, his cooking was quite good.
Unfortunately, some big mouth told Ethan about my injury.
So when Ethan came in carrying a food box, he saw Nathan wearing my pink and white apron, while I was lying on the dining table watching documentaries for inspiration.
A peaceful scene, like an old married couple.
Ethan nearly ground his teeth to dust, but still controlled his temper.
“What are you doing here?”
The cold voice interrupted the balance of the scene.
“What’s it to you?”
Nathan, carrying the freshly fried crispy pork, fed me a piece right in front of Ethan.
Ethan’s face turned ashen, sparks nearly flying from his eyes.
Especially when I naturally opened my mouth to eat the crispy pork, Ethan’s expression became even more unsightly.
I chewed and chewed, swallowing it down with the mango juice Nathan handed me, then looked at Ethan with a gaze reserved for strange people.
“Isn’t this considered trespassing? Ethan Foster, if you don’t leave, I’ll call the police.”
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Ethan looked somewhat haggard, his usually impeccable appearance now marred by
unshaven stubble.
“Ava, what I said before doesn’t count, it was all fake!”
“Give Uncle another chance, okay?”
Ethan’s voice was a bit hoarse. He had never been so humble before.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
“Ethan Foster, you’ve hurt me time and again by exploiting my trust. If you were in my
shoes, what would you do?”
“According to your style, you probably wouldn’t forgive me for a lifetime, right?”
“When you learn to put yourself in others‘ shoes, you won’t stick to me like a leech
anymore!”
Ethan wanted to take another step forward but was blocked by Nathan’s outstretched
hand.
“She doesn’t want to see you now. If you know what’s good for you, leave immediately!”
Ethan, who had lived for nearly thirty years, had never had his dignity so severely trampled.
I continued drawing, Nathan continued cooking, only Ethan stood there at a loss.
After he left, the doorbell rang again.
But the person who came was Luna.
She wore a pristine white dress, her long hair dancing in the wind, looking gentle and beautiful in the moonlight.
Unlike the sickly beauty in the comic world, Luna’s complexion was rosy, looking very healthy.
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“I’m sorry for the sudden visit, but I still wanted to see you before boarding the plane.”
“I wanted to thank you in person.”
“Thank you for not resenting me, and thank you for saving me, for encouraging me to live on in my dreams. No matter which world, you really are a very good and kind girl.”
Luna smiled gently, bowed to me, then waved goodbye as she left.
I couldn’t sleep that night.
Ethan knew about the comic world, Luna knew too, so… did Nathan know?
In Ethan’s mind, the comic world was all fake, I wouldn’t really die, he wanted to make up for his debt and regrets to Luna in the comic world.
What about me?
As the night deepened, the stars outside the window became brighter.
I had a dream.
In the dream, it was me ten years later, struggling on my deathbed in prison. I wasn’t willing to die like this.
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So I found Ethan one last time, tearing up the sketchbook that carried my love for him right in front of him.
I prayed to heaven, if I could start over, I would definitely destroy this sugar–coated nightmare with my own hands.
The me from ten years later transformed into a mysterious person, telling Ethan that he was the master of the comic world.
Whoever he wanted dead would die, whoever he wanted to live could live.
Ethan didn’t disappoint me. No matter which world, the person he favored was never me.
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I had seen Luna getting along well with the children in the orphanage. She was a good girl.
So I had my own selfish reasons. Even if it was a false comic world, I hoped she could live on strongly.
Only oneself can redeem oneself.
My soul from ten years later stood beside the sleeping me who was drawing, feeling both heartache and reluctance.
“Ava, the road ahead depends on you now.“”
The breeze blew open the thin white paper on the sketchbook, also blowing away the last
bit of resentment.
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