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Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1781

It was as if someone had deliberately tossed it her way. Sarah lifted her gaze, scanning the area. No one in sight.

She had half a mind to ignore the bamboo dragonfly, but after a few steps, she inexplicably backtracked and crouched to pick it up.

Dried specks of blood marred its surface, no idea it was from whom.

Her memories were fragmented, unreliable. She thought she'd be clueless about the toy, but the moment it touched her hand, she instinctively started to spin it, sending the blades whirling into the air.

As Sarah stared into the sky, a long-buried image surfaced. Very long time ago, a similar bamboo dragonfly soared above, chased by the delighted cries of a little girl.

"Look how high it goes, Mommy! Is it because you made it? It's amazing! It flies higher than anyone else's!"

A headache began to pulse at Sarah's temples, prompting her to massage her forehead.

The toy had vanished into the expanse, and panic momentarily gripped her heart as she frantically searched the surrounding grass and bushes.

She hunted at the lawn, but couldn’t find it; then she hurriedly rummaged in the shrubbery. There, nestled quietly, lay the bamboo dragonfly, accompanied by a tiny carved toy.

Her pupils constricted sharply, a spike of emotion piercing her heart. With tight pressed lips, she reached out and pressed a switch on the little figurine. A carved wooden insect sprang to life, its craftsmanship stunningly lifelike.

"Don't cry, Cynthia. Look, what's this?"

"Wow, thanks, Uncle!"

"You only thank your uncle? Don't you like the bamboo dragonfly I made for you?"

"Of course, I do. I love both."

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