I pulled Chris up to leave, and Chris looked
back worriedly: “Alex…”
“Don’t worry about him; he’s just a kid who’s
fighting with his family.”
Chris patted my shoulder in an attempt to win
me over: “Got it.”
After we finished eating the cake, I took my
son to the amusement park.
He was so excited to be there that he fell
asleep as soon as he got into bed at eight.
Chris got on a call with the employees at his bakery, telling them about all the orders that
needed to be done.
He ran a few bakeries, and he’d always come
up with cake designs for the bakeries.
Chris and I met in college. He was the
campus heartthrob at the art school. We were
originally in different fields, but we ended up
in the same group at an art competition that
was held between the two schools.
He was creative and had a strong art
foundation, while I was more familiar with
human anatomy, so we ended up winning.
He asked me out the day we won, and after
he changed out of his slouchy clothes, he
seemed a lot more mature. He pulled out the
chair for me and let me order.
During dinner, he said: “You pre–med
students aren’t just good at memorizing; you
have a really creative way of thinking.”
I replied, “You art students aren’t just free and easy; you can also be really focused.”
After saying that, we both laughed, and we
kept in touch.
<
A few months later, on the message board, I
saw someone write: “Miss Karen, there’s a birthday present for you at the cafeteria at 7
PM tomorrow, make sure you pick it up.”
Even though it was anonymous, I had a
feeling that it was Chris.
He handmade a three–layer pink cake. He
said, “I saw you post about *Three Lives,
Three Worlds*, so I made a pink cake for you
and I want to ask you, will you let me chase
you for three lives, three worlds?”
We got together naturally, and I got into a
fight with my parents for the Lunar New Year,
so I didn’t eat anything.
After he found out, he drove for five hours to
come see me from out of state.
<
I lived on the second floor, and he knew how
stubborn I was, so he got a ladder and helped
me sneak out.
I called him immature, but he acted like a
wronged wife and tried to win me over: “How
can I let my wife go hungry?”
When I was ready to go back inside, I realized
that I hadn’t told my parents that I had gone
out, but he had already texted my parents,
telling them not to worry.
I knew that even if things weren’t perfect with
Chris, I still felt like I was in love.
If there was a chance that I could resurrect
him, I was going to use all the means I had to
do it.
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