Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 629

You should never rely on others easily because once you get used to someone's support, you'll lose not only a companion but also your spiritual pillar when they depart.

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The golden hues of the setting sun gradually fell behind the lines of high-rise buildings in the city skyline as twilight descended, casting soft shadows on the pavement. Amidst the twinkling lights of the bright street lamps and signage, the passing headlights of cars swiftly driving by formed river-like streams of light as they drove on the road. Shops lit up their signs and colored the streets in spattering hues of bright neon.

It was a peaceful, regular night in one modern but homey cake shop on the street. The staff greeted customers politely and some of the regulars chatted with them for a bit. In a table tucked discreetly in one corner by the window, Molly was gripping her coffee cup quite tightly that her knuckles were going white. She blankly stared at the plate with a rather delectable looking red velvet cake in front of her as she waited for Spark to say something.

Across the table sat Spark, a faint smile gracing his lips as he gazed at her with his deep amber eyes. The look on his face still carried the same air of arrogance he always had when he and Molly first met in that underground passage.

"So… care to explain what you did?" Molly spat viciously, running out of patience for the man sitting across her. Her gaze was fixed on Spark's face as patches of red began to color her neck and face in anger.

Spark only shrugged, the corner of his lips curling slightly upward and he glanced at the scenery outside for a bit. He turned back to his companion, slightly stretched his folded arms on the table and casually said, "Mol, what on earth do you want me to explain to you?"

"Spark!"

Molly loudly hissed, her eyes blazing with fury. She didn't care if she was being loud that somebody might hear. Distress briefly but visibly flashed in Spark's eyes but he quickly brushed it off as if he wasn't anxious in the slightest bit. He was intensely bitter at Molly's words and his heart felt heavy. Except for a few public occasions, Molly never called him out in such a dismal tone. This could only mean that she was really furious at this moment. Spark shifted slightly in his seat as he sat deep in thought.

Casting a brief look at Spark's slender fingers, Molly ground her teeth and emphasized her every word as if she was drilling them into his mind, "You were born to be a violinist instead of doing stupid chores like making cake and coffee here!"

Spark stretched his legs in a movement to get up and transferred to the sofa chair beside him. He sat down slowly and eased himself in the plush velvet seat. He looked at Molly closely and quickly said before she was about to throw another tantrum, "Mol, nobody is ever born to be occupied with a specific profession. Besides, I'm tired of being a violinist."

A flurry of emotions filled Molly's eyes as she stared intently at Spark. Her heart twisted in torment upon hearing Spark's exhausted voice. It was true that God favors no one. He built himself up and his honor as a famous violinist came from hard work and extreme self-pressure to achieve success.

They lapsed into a deep silence again. The beautifully played notes of the violin music playing in the shop flowed sweetly into their ears and caressed them with its rich, vibrant tone. Customers shuttled in and out of the shop continuously as the waitresses greeted them with their polite voices, while the delicious smells of pastries and coffee being prepared and served wafted gently in the air. The rest of the world seemed to move around them as Molly and Spark just sat in the corner, as if in an everlasting standstill.