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... ll, enveloping the small living room. Their eyes remained on one another, her faint yet genuine smile was reflected in his emerald orbs.

’She... that’s what she remembered.’

The details were not vivid, but the essence of the story didn’t change. He didn’t know whether to be relieved or sad upon learning she remembered that day.

Ruediger parted his lips, intending to say something in response, but all the words stuck in the lump of his throat. He blinked slowly, trying aga ...

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