Chapter 567
Darren liked wearing loose clothes. Especially in spring and autumn, he often wore oversized, thick–knit sweaters
Rebecca squinted. In her blurred vision, the person speaking across from her looked like Darren.
“Darren,” she said, drunk and dreamy. “Did you ever catch locusts and eat thert. later?”
The person across from her paused. “What did you call me?”
“Darren…” She rubbed her eyes and finally realized it was Vance.
She waved her hand. “Never mind.”
“You re drunk,” Vance said.
Yes, she was. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have mixed them up.
She felt a wave of melancholy, resting her forehead on her hand. “I drank too much. Let’s call it a night.”
She stood up, leaning on Heather. “Come on. Let’s go back to our room.”
“Okay,” Heather replied, having a better tolerance for alcohol.
It had only heightened her mood; she was still quite clear–headed. She turned to say goodbye to Anna, then helped Rebecca head to their room.
Vance and Anna spoke in unison. “Bye.”
Rebecca never expected that she would dream of Darren that night.
12 years had passed. There had even been many years when she had completely forgotten about him. Yet here she was, in a remote corner of a foreign country, dreaming of him.


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