My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 558

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“I have something to ask Oriana. I’m the one who called her here,” Zara said, linking arms with Oriana as they headed upstairs. “Let’s talk in my room.”

Albert watched them leave with a worried look, sensing something was going on. Without hesitation, he hurried upstairs to tell Noah.

Meanwhile, Zara and Kenny led Oriana into Micah’s bedroom.

Kenny took the initiative to move the cabinet blocking the entrance to the small secret room. Then he turned to Oriana and said, “Go ahead.”

Oriana nodded, bent down slightly, and slowly pushed open the small door.

Zara wanted to follow inside, but Kenny immediately grabbed her back.

“What are you doing? I want to stay with Oriana. What if there are traps inside?”

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“She’ll definitely come out unharmed. But I can’t guarantee what Micah will do if you see something you’re not supposed to see,” Kenny warned kindly.

Zara instantly wilted.

Oriana stepped inside. The moment she entered, all the lights in the room automatically turned on.

After briefly adjusting to the brightness, the scene before her eyes completely stunned her in place.

The entire small room was filled with things about her,

Oriana stood frozen for a long time until her legs went numb. Only then did she slowly take the first step.

On the wall by the entrance hung a height–measuring chart for children.

From age eight to eighteen, every year was recorded without missing a single one.

Oriana walked to within arm’s length of the wall and stared at the last measurement, which matched her height. Her eyes unknowingly reddened deeply.

Moving forward, she faced custom glass display cabinets. Each large compartment held thick stacks of journals, with her photo on the cover.

Oriana quickly skimmed the photos. It seemed there was one volume per year, covering spring, summer,

fall, and winter.

The pictures captured Oriana from all angles, standing‘ straight, crying, laughing—an abundance of moments, as if recording her life day by day.

She opened the first heavy journal and saw familiar, though slightly childish handwriting.

There was a photo of Oriana in a school uniform, hopping happily with her ponytail flying. “She went to

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school and looked so happy. So she really loved the outside world. Makes sense–she chirps like a little bird.”

The next photo was a blurred image of Oriana riding a horse at the stables. “She can ride? Well, she rides pretty well. When she’s quiet, she looks serious. But isn’t it a little dangerous? She’s so small, and the horse is much taller than her.”

There was also a shot of Oriana staring into a corner, lost in thought. “She seemed unhappy today–maybe scolded by an elder. How could her parents be so harsh?”

“Snow fell, and she went outside barehanded to build a snowman. Hope her hands didn’t swell that night.”

At the very end was a photo of Oriana collapsed, crying uncontrollably in front of her grandmother’s gravestone. Micah didn’t write anything–just a simple period.

Every day, Micah had been like a little spirit by her side, quietly recording her daily joys and sorrows.

Behind the journals sat small, beautifully wrapped boxes with sticky notes attached.

Apparently, Micah was nervous and had crossed out a word.

“Happy 8th birthday. My first gift to someone. I wonder if she’ll like it.”

Oriana reached out her hand.

Though separated by the glass door, she could tell the wrapping paper was from that era. The paper had already begun to carbonize and would crumble if torn lightly.

Carefully, Oriana unwrapped the long–forgotten gift finally meant for her.

It was a star–shaped crystal globe filled with snowflakes that slowly drifted down when shaken–beautifully mesmerizing.

But Oriana covered her mouth in shock.

She once had this exact snow globe.

Her grandmother gave it to her. It wasn’t expensive, but it was a limited edition and sold out quickly.

Later, Owen broke it. Oriana had been heartbroken for a long time. She even drew a pencil sketch to remember it—but eventually, even the sketch was lost. Her grandmother had also passed away.

Oriana never imagined she’d one day see the same snow globe again.