Looking at his eyes with disbelief, Polly felt that he was suffocating.
Her dear Owen should not be like this. He was like a sunshine coming from the spring to the winter,
always with a warm smile on his face no matter where and where.
If you give up something, the original intention will never come back. No matter how many mountains
and rivers you went, you still couldn't find the same peach blossom as it was.
He should find someone worth loving instead of wasting his time on her.
She had been married to a man she loved. He might have many shortcomings, and he didn't love her
so much. But did that mean she hadn't worked hard enough?
If she gave up at the moment, and missed Bruce, would she still feel sad like Owen after so many
years?
You should fight for what you like and grasp what you care about! People always had some
shortcomings, and there was no perfect person at all. But her heart was still like a vast expanse of fog.
"It has been so many years, how can I remember so much?" She gently took a towel to dry his hair.
"Moreover, didn't you experience those things yourself? What do you want to say? "
"But I want to know." "Besides, don't you think we should find something to talk about? We don't have
so much time to spend on the party?" he asked with a wicked smile
Hearing that, Polly was stunned and asked in disbelief: "do you mean that I have to stay here for a
whole night?"
Owen nodded with a smile.
"As long as you stay here for one night, Simon will let you go tomorrow."
Polly looked at the few pieces of peanuts on the table in front of her, and then looked at the large pile
on the other side of Owen. She couldn't remember how many times she had lost. In the past, she
always lost a game of go with him. Unless he deliberately gave her room, there was no chance to win.
She was not bad at playing chess, so she was a master among her classmates. But there was more
than one or two levels between her and Owen. But in fact, she didn't like it. She learned it for him. In
order to be with him, they could have common topics.
After he left, she didn't play anymore. Although she was good at chess, she was not interested in it. It
had been so many years that he had become more distant, but he was still as cold as before.
It was a shame that she was defeated miserably.
"Dear Polly, how long haven't you played chess? Why is it so chaotic? " Owen pointed at the piece she
just put and said, "we used to go the same way, but you didn't do it in this way."
"Really? What is the same chess way? " She looked down and rubbed the table with her index finger
unconsciously.
There was an unreadable expression in Owen's black eyes. After a long time, he sighed slightly and
said, "on your thirteenth birthday, you insisted on playing the chess for the whole day. And you won the
last round."
With an expression on his face, he was lost in thought. He had never yielded to anyone else when it
came to the field of chess skill, and he would never give an exception even to his opponent, Polly. He
gave in on purpose that day, because he didn't want her to be too depressed on her birthday.
"Owen, I finally win you again!"
They exclaimed when they saw her bright and sweet smile. He didn't expect to make her so happy
after winning only once.
The sentence lingered between his lips and teeth, "today is your birthday. This is a gift I give you."
finally he did not say it out.
But now, he lost to her step by step, and she lost again and again.
He always thought that life was like a chess, if you entered, others would retreat; if you returned, others
would enter. So he always demanded that he could not be negligent at all.
The only exception in a person's life was Dear Polly.
He could go to the ends of the world for her.
She used to regard winning him as a lifelong goal, but now she didn't care any more.
"It's all over. People shouldn't only live in the past." Said Polly coldly.
How could she forget it? In the following one month, her mood was flying. But now, she could no longer
feel the happiness she had experienced before.
"People shouldn't have lived in the past, but those beautiful memories would never be forgotten," said
Owen melancholy
"I agree with you," said Polly in a calm tone. However, no matter how beautiful the past is, it can't
replace the reality. "
Owen came closer to her and gripped her hand. He looked at her with sadness in his eyes and said,
"do you still blame me?"
"No, I'm not. If I were you, I would have done the same thing. "
He was the one to blame at the very beginning. He had known what to love and what to hate very
clearly when he was young. As time went by, she gradually understood why he had to leave at that
time. But she still minded it in her heart, because she had met a bad man in order to forget him.
She was dumped by Kevin, and like throwing garbage on the street. It was immoral for a girl to run a
relationship for the sake of forgetting something. That was karma.
When her body touched the cold concrete floor, she swore that as long as her brother Owen
could come back, she would not care about his leaving and would return to his side without hesitation.
When she was helpless and was accompanied by him, things would be totally different. Unfortunately,
the person she had been waiting for did not appear.
"Dear Polly? Do you mean that you have completely forgotten me? Or you don't care about me
anymore?" He swept his finger forward, and now the black and white one was out of their original
position. The game was doomed to be played by Rufus and Cassandra. But now, Rufus lost it.
"You have said that you are my brother. This will never change. At first, I just found it hard to accept.
But after I went back and thought it over carefully, I think it's good. "
Polly thought she should take this opportunity to make everything clear. He thought it was a mistake for
him to dodge. Now he felt there was still hope. In fact, since she agreed to marry Bruce, there was no
hope for anything.
"Owen, I'm married now. As your brother, I beat you." She smiled as lightly as possible. "You should
cheer up and find me a sister-in-law."
"Is this what you really think?"
They asked this question for a long time, but nobody answered. Owen clenched the chess piece in his
hand, and his handsome face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost.
"If that's what you really want, your wish will come true soon." He put the chess pieces aside, stood up
and walked to the balcony. "It's late. Go to bed early."
Polly followed her closely and stood up. Her chest heaved violently. She tried to call him "Owen", but
she stopped.
That's it between them.
They were not with each other in the most difficult moment. It was not too late to say YES now.
Polly had the habit of selecting seats at night. She didn't sleep well at night. Besides, she could only
hear the man's groan in pain once in a while.
She was half dreamy and half awake. She was completely awake at three o'clock in the morning. The
low sound was far away. It was like around her ears. It was like the buzz that made her flustered.
She thought it was a dream, but it turned out to be true.
She took the phone on the bedside table and quietly opened the bedroom's door. The living room was
dark. Although this room had two bedrooms and one living room, the master bedroom was large, and
the other bedroom was small only enough for one bed. But she had seen it before. There was no bed,
but a desk and a small bookshelf, making it a mini study.
If he was still alive, he could only sleep on the sofa.
She tiptoed to the sofa and found it was empty. Afraid of making a mistake, she switched on her phone
to check it. There was indeed no one on the sofa, even if someone had taken photos of other places.
It was strange. Wasn't he here? But the original intention of Simon was to let her stay in a room with
Owen for a whole night and then have an affair with Bruce to deal with him, wasn't it?
'maybe he slept in that small study.'. But he thought it was impossible. 'forget it. I don't need to worry
about it anymore. I don't care where he is sleeping, as long as I don't disturb him, ' she thought.
She walked to open the door. The window on the balcony was open. A gust of cold wind came through
the room. She could not help sneezing several times under the sudden chill. She immediately covered
her mouth with her hand, and confusedly turned her head to look at the small study. She wondered if
such a loud noise would wake him up.
She stood by the door and waited for a while, but she didn't see any movement in the small study. She
walked out and gently closed the door. As soon as she arrived at the corridor, the man's groan sounded
clearer than before. It seemed that there was an irresistible force that was pulling her to find the source
of the sound.
And find that man to comfort his pain by all means.
Simon's bedroom was on the second floor. When she walked down the stairs, she had a premonition.
Without giving it much thought, he went straight to the room in which Ellie's celestial position was held.
Sure enough, the closer they were to the crowd, the more clearly the man's low and depressive groan
became. She could even recognize that the voice was somewhat familiar.
The corridor was dark without any light on. The wind howled like a ghost outside, and the groan coming
closer and closer rendered the atmosphere extremely depressing and depressing. She felt like a stone
blocked on her chest, suffocating and uncomfortable. She quickened her pace and trotted forward.
The long and empty corridor in front of her was so dull. She didn't know why it suddenly became so
long, as if she could never run to the end.
They were closer to the room where the altar was held, and she was sure that the man's voice was
from that room.
She finally arrived at the door. The voice that had been bothering her all the time suddenly
disappeared. With her trembling hands, she tried to open the door. It was not locked, so she pushed it.
She placed one hand on the door frame and covered the other on her chest, panting. When she saw
what was going on inside, she showed a surprised expression.
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