Chapter 640
Rebecca took the cakes. “Okay”
Vance blinked. “What?”
“You said we’re even,” Rebecca replied calmly “You ate my pumpkin pie, and I ate your pasta. We don’t owe each other anything now. That’s good.”
Emotions swirled in his striking eyes.
Perhaps the 16–year–old Rebecca had fallen for the same–aged Vance because, on some sunny day, she had stumbled into those limpid eyes. But his eyes rarely rippled for anyone or anything; he looked at everyone with that same calm detachment.
Yet at this moment, they churned with complex emotions–annoyance, frustration, unwillingness, restraint, and something deeper she couldn’t quite name.
“Do you have no heart?” he said through gritted teeth.
She touched her chest. This was the first time anyone had said that to her, but she offered no explanation. As she looked at the vibrant, stubborn teenage boy before her, her eyes suddenly burned.
In real life, she was already in her thirties. They had both weathered storms and hardships. In the end, she still didn’t know
whether she and he would be parted by life or death.
He was holding the bag of dance clothes she had forgotten. His voice softened considerably. “What’s wing?”
She no longer tried to hide it. The tears kept falling–not from any single sorrow, but simply from the overwhelming emotion of seeing such a vibrant life standing before her again.
After experiencing all the ups and downs, she realized that the breath of life was the most touching. Vance’s eyes gleamed with helplessness, and behind it, a spark of warmth.
“Those were just angry words,” he muttered. “Don’t take them to heart. Whether you choose arts or science…”
He paused, forcing the words out. “We’re still friends. Hey, why are you crying so much? It’s okay. I’ll tutor you in math later. Arts students still have to take it, right? Let’s stop saying angry things, okay?”

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