BossNovelChapter 351
Smoments leave a lasting impression on one person, while for someone else, they just breeze by-it's not
exactly fair. Clara could feel his mood shift and quickly grabbed his hand.
"I haven't done anything to hurt you, have I?" she asked, noticing how he tensed up even more.
The truth was, Clara didn't remember much about her past. Besides being known as Simon's admirer, she hadn't
left any real clues about herself.
"No, you've been great," he replied.
She sighed in relief, a smile spreading across her face.
"Good, as long as | haven't wronged you. In my dreams, I'm really young, like seven or eight. If you've liked me
since then, that's a lot of years, huh? Speaking of which, | remember Simon saying something about my school
uniform getting stolen in high school, so | was the only one not in uniform for the graduation photo. Why do |
have this sneaking suspicion it was you?"
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He didn't say anything, just kept stirring the last bit of soup with his spoon. Clara was joking, but his reaction
made her wonder if it was true.
"If you were at my high school graduation, were you at my college graduation too?"
Her college graduation day was unforgettable. There was a car accident with Dylan, and he lost his legs. It
happened right on her graduation day.
She couldn't always recall it clearly, but people brought it up often. And the way Z looked at her, it was like he
was obsessed, always watching, longing, wanting to be close but scared of overwhelming her.
She shut her eyes, waiting for his answer.
After what felt like forever, he whispered hoarsely, "I was there."
Clara opened her eyes and broke into a smile. "You really were there?"
"Yeah."
Her heart warmed, and she regretted casually talking about breaking up before. She had started this relationship
just to see where it went, having lost her memory and finding the world unfamiliar except for him. He felt
different, and she didn't push him away.
She admitted she was a bit indifferent, sometimes thinking it wouldn't matter if they broke up. But after that
dream, her heart softened.
When someone loves you genuinely and quietly watches over you, even a heart of stone would melt.
She stood up suddenly, found his hand, and hugged him. "If | could go back, I'd definitely talk to you more."
Z stiffened, carefully placed the bowl on the bedside table, and hugged her tightly.
They stayed like that in the dark for a long time, until Clara yawned.
"I'm feeling a bit off, heading to bed. Want to join me?"
"Yeah."
He left the bedroom, washed the bowl in the kitchen, took a shower in the bathroom down the hall, and then
slipped back into bed with her.
Clara found it funny how he acted like he was keeping a secret from her, worried she might see his face. But she
had decided to respect his privacy until he was ready to open up.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close, almost like he couldn't bear to let go. She felt tiny
against him, like she fit perfectly in his embrace.
She relaxed, pushing away sleep to chat with him.
"Z, I'm not going to talk about breaking up again. Don't take what | say when I'm upset to heart."
The arms around her tightened a bit. "Really?" he asked, his voice full of cautious hope.
Clara couldn't help but laugh. "Really. Sometimes life just throws terrible things at me, and | take it out on you.
But once | calm down, I'll cfind you."
He rested his forehead against her shoulder, his voice content. "Alright."
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