MainNovelThey chatted and laughed for a while as evening slowly crept in. Eugene finally said, “Grandma, I'll take Sylvia hnow. I'lle
visit again soon!”
Grandma Winters nodded with a warm smile. “Alright, you both shoulde together next time!”
Eugene turned to Sylvia, teasing, “That's up to her. Does she want toe back?”
“Of course,” Sylvia replied with a gentle smile. “Grandma Winters, I'll definitely visit again.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGrandma Winters nodded, looking pleased. “Good. You two take care on your way.”
After saying her goodbyes once more, Sylvia left the cozy cottage with Eugene.
As the wooden gate closed behind them, Sylvia couldn't help glancing back. A mix of warmth and melancholy welled up inside her,
so tangled she couldn't tell if she felt happiness or sadness.
Eugene looked over at her. “Are you in a hurry to get home?”
“Hmm?” Sylvia blinked out of her thoughts and turned to him.
“If you're not, how about taking a walk?” Eugene suggested.
“Sure!” she agreed at once.
The streets around them were lined with old townhouses—slovingly restored and clearly still lived in, others with crumbling
brickwork and peeling paint, long abandoned.
The last light of day filtered through the alley, casting a soft golden glow over the ivy leaves climbing the walls. The air was
peaceful, almost timeless.
Sylvia felt a faint sense of déja vu, reminded of a quiet lane in the old quarter of C City. The sdeep stillness, the sfeeling
that the path might go on forever.
The setting sun painted Eugene's features with a gentle light, making him look even more striking than usual.
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