Sage stared at Tim with her innocent, big eyes, the corner of her mouth moved slightly, as
if she was about to cry again, “Tim… I left my reflections on the plane.”
The plane remains were, however, shipped away by the authorities.
Most importantly, her bag was not waterproof. So, the 3000-word essay that she had poured her heart
and soul into writing it, was all literally down the drain.
Now Sage really felt like crying. Tim looked at her calmly with his sapphire blue eyes. He seemed not
too convinced, “Did you really write that?”
“I swear I did!”
Sage was more sincere than she ever was, and she started stuttering, “You need to be…believe me!
Yale, Captain Yale saw me writing it, you could ask him!”
Tim was amused to see her panicking like a hamster, but his face remained expressionless.
“Yale Yadeev saw you writing?” “Yes!” Sage said, “He is my witness!” “Fine,” Tim puffed his cigar out,
the tobacco scent wafting through the air. He then said with a deep voice, “Do you remember what you
wrote?”
Sage tried to recall her 3000-words that she pieced together with great efforts, and suddenly felt guilty
about it. However, she said defiantly, “Of, of course I do!
“Okay, you could recite to me when we get back later.” “What?” This would be hard for her. She
suggested, “Or, let me write another one.”
Tim looked at his obedient but sheepish sister, and finally smiled. He touched her head and said, “Silly
girl, have better memory next time and you don’t have to rewrite that.” “Really?” Sage leaped happily,
“Yay!” Tim’s lips curved upwards, he felt as though they had returned to the good old times when they
were all young Thank God, she was alive.
They were all well and alive.
“Let’s go, Tim!” Sage wore Tim’s coat, and was about to leave the island.
Tim said, “Well, since you are here, might as well check out your Rosa Island.”
Sage was stunned, “Whose island?”
“Yours.”
Tim put out his cigar, grabbed her hand and walked inside.
Sage blinked her eyes and could not believe what she had heard. She continued to ask, “Is this the
island that you gifted to me? It has been completed now? What did you call it, Rosa Island?
No wonder she felt somewhat familiar when she first came onto the island. On her twenty-fifth birthday,
her brother bought her an island, and showed her the photos of it. However, it was not renovated, and
looked empty. Tim asked what she would imagine the island to be like, and she said imaginatively,
“Well at the very least a pretty little mansion, an outdoor pool, beach, palm trees, beach chairs and
all…
“And, better yet, to have a flower patch, planted with roses.”
“Red roses, yellow roses… Or maybe some Blue Fairies?”
She did not expect her brother to have fulfilled everything she said.
“Tim,” She whispered, and then hopped onto his back like a monkey, and delightedly shouted, “I really
love you!” Tim was speechless. Well, she was his sister, he could not dump her.
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