Later, Ivan and Emilia almost finished all the projects in the amusement park.
Emilia finally felt hungry in the afternoon.
"I'm hungry. Let's go to eat something."
Ivan went with Emilia to a barbecue shop.
"When I was a child, the butler and the elders didn’t allow me to eat junk food. They didn't allow me to eat any unhealthy food. At that time, I wanted to be obedient, but now I want to try everything. In fact, I have already tried these in my memory, but it is just the memory. For me, this is the first time."
"As long as you won’t hurt yourself, I will be with you no matter what you do."
Emilia smiled faintly and continued to eat, but she suddenly felt moved.
After the meal, she said to the man in front of her.
"Before we go to find Mr. Crimson, let's have a trip around the world. No scheduled time, no scheduled place. I want to go everywhere I like. Can you accompany me?"
"Of course I can. When we go back, you can make a plan where you want to go for the first stop and then buy the ticket. We have nothing to deal with now, so we can slowly travel all over the world. It doesn’t matter even if you want to travel for a year or more."
After hearing that, Emilia chuckled.
"If we really spend a year or more, doesn't it mean that she will always be asleep? That's not good. I know I will be fully connected with her one day. She will wake up and cheer up, and know everything I have done. What she lacks will finally be there for her."
These words made Ivan feel a little sad. He didn't know what to say. Emilia smiled again.
"Don't think about it anymore. After I go back, I'll read the introductions of those famous places and see which places I'm interested in. Then we'll buy the tickets."
They returned to the hotel, talking and laughing. On their way back, they didn't drive but walked hand in hand on the street.
They strolled intimately. That kind of happiness was simple and pure. They didn't need to do or say anything, because they had already felt happy.
Margie had been silent for a whole day at home. She didn't eat or do anything but just sat there quietly.
That night, Margie was drawing in her art studio.
She was concentrated, drawing according to the memory in her mind.
Hearing the door open and the familiar footsteps, Margie didn't move but continued to draw on the drawing board.
Finally, a shadow covered the drawing board. Margie finally raised her head.
She suddenly showed a smile.
"Turn around and see if this one is the same as it was years ago."
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