Each petal seemed to fall with the wind when the wind blew.
“Antonio, do I look pretty?” Adelaide shouted his name and the sound came back slowly, she was so happy.
Antonio had no interest on flowers. He turned back and saw the woman half squatting next to the flowers, with white petals on her face, raising a satisfied smile. He was obsessive with that.
“Antonio, Antonio!” She shouted, with her voice echoing in his ears. He snapped back to his senses, pretending to admire the flowers.
“Ah! I got it!”
Adelaide was like a happy little elf, she stood up. Antonio asked, “What do you know?”
“Are you afraid that someone will hit me again so you booked the whole place?”
The corners of his mouth twitched and he put on a disgusted look, “It was just too noisy!”
And she suddenly became gloomy. Antonio was afraid that his words had hurt her. When he was ready to explain and casually compliment her, she said, “I just heard the notice that it will refund the ticket! It costs a lot of money, right!”
Money?
Was she upset because of money? Antonio was even more surprised than just now, asked, “You're just upset about the money?”
Adelaide nodded, “Yes.”
Antonio shook his head. He said, “Never mind, I have money!”
“Oh!” A single sentence made Adelaide unable to answer, and she replied sullenly.
In the meantime, Adelaide had run inside. She exclaimed the real flower was so good-looking. She was happy to touch it!
Antonio had to wonder if her brain was out of order?
Just now she was not upset about their money? Why all of a sudden she was happy about flowers?
Antonio quickened his pace to her side, holding her arm to pull her up, staring at her with a grave look.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Adelaide uneasily asked.
Antonio asked hesitantly in return, “You were sad and now you are happy, is there a problem with you brain?”
Adelaide looked at him in confusion, not understanding what he meant by that.
“Tell me, what's wrong?”
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