You Are The Apple of My Eyes novel Chapter 502

The sky was blue and peppered with scattered clouds. Warm sunshine bathed the green meadow with a layer of golden light, casting the grass and flowers aglow.

Nina loitered around the clearing in a daze, closing her eyes ever so often to fully take in her peaceful surroundings. She did not know how long she had been there. When she could not walk anymore, she sat on the grass.

Then little by little, everything shifted and changed. The blue sky, the green meadow, and the golden sunlight swirled and dissolved right before her eyes. In their place, a bustling city materialized. Traffic sounds and mingled voices broke the peace of the countryside. Nina now sat in the steps leading to the entrance of a tall building.

Nina slowly stood up and turned around. Above the big glass doors she saw the words "Time Group."

Then, a blurry figure walked out of the building. Nina did not recognize the person approaching her until he was in front of her.

"Have you been waiting for a long time, Nini? Let's go shopping now." Noah smiled at her and touched her head.

When he lowered his hand, Nina grabbed it and pressed it on her face. She looked him in the eye and said, "Do you like pinching my face?"

"I've never done it before." Noah flashed her a smile that was brighter than the March sun. His hand felt warm and right against her cheek. He pinched her face gently and then stroked her hair.

Nina narrowed her eyes as Noah took her hand. In the blink of an eye, the busy city turned into the interior of a cheongsam shop.

"Which one do you like? Or do you like all of them?" Noah took a light green cheongsam and put it on her.

Nina looked down at the cheongsam and frowned. "You already made a cheongsam for me. I don't need another one."

Noah knitted his brows and said, "What are you talking about? I have never made a cheongsam for you."

Narrowing her eyes even further, Nina cocked her head to the side and stared at Noah. He told the shop assistant, "Hello. We'll get this one. I'll pay through my phone."

"Okay, sir."

The shop assistant led Noah to the counter where he took out his phone and paid the bill.

Nina stared at his phone for a long time and then took out her phone. There was an elk-shaped pendant on her phone case.

"Each of us has one. Why doesn't he use his?" Nina murmured, immersing herself in deep thought.

Noah returned with a shopping bag in hand. When he saw Nina thinking seriously, he asked, "What's wrong, Nini?"

"Who are you?" Nina asked, taking a step back.

"I'm Noah. What's happening? Are you okay? Are you ill?" Noah slightly bent down and reached out his hand to touch Nina's forehead.

Nina swatted his hand away and said coldly, "Don't touch me. You're not him. You're not him at all."

"Him? Who are you talking about?" With a worried look on his face, Noah grabbed her hand. "Nini, you might be sick. Let's go to the hospital."

"Let go of me." Nina resisted and took a few more steps back. "You're not him. You're not him."

In the face of her rejection, Noah was as gentle as before. "Who? Tell me who he is."

"He's..." Nina struggled to recall John's name, but she failed. "I don't know. I don't know who he is. What should I do?"

"Have you forgotten? Think about it again. Who is he? What's his name? What does he look like? You can do it. Think." Noah smiled gently at Nina, gradually easing her anxiety.

All of a sudden, thunder clapped. The sound made Nina's heart leap to her throat.

She looked up and heard a familiar, disembodied voice.

"John..."

Vicente stared at the glass shards all over the floor with a broken heart. "Do you have any idea what you just accidentally broke? Nina designed and made the mug for me herself."

"Really?" Originally, John felt a little guilty about breaking Vicente's mug, but when he heard that Nina made it for another man, his guilt completely disappeared.

"You!" Vicente squatted down and started picking up the broken pieces. "Nina is the only good friend I've had since I was born. She gave me this mug as a gift. It's honestly the best gift I've ever gotten. And now it's smashed to bits, thanks to you.

Anyway, no matter what, I'm going to glue the pieces back together." With the mug fragments in her hands, Vicente ran to the sitting area and carefully set them down on the coffee table. Then, she looked around the room for something.

After a few minutes, she came back with a bottle of glue in her hand.