02
Ethan laughed softly.
His laugh was particularly pleasant, making one’s ears tingle.
On New Year’s Eve three years ago, I had heard it up close.
Not only did it make my ears tingle, but if I heard it too much, my heart would flutter too.
“That’s not true,” he said.
The shopkeeper: “I knew a good–looking boy like you would have high standards. It’s not easy for you to find a partner. What’s your type? I have a sister who’s quite a beauty.”
“I don’t like girls who are too beautiful.”
“Well, she’s not that beautiful…”
“I also don’t like girls who aren’t beautiful enough.”
The shopkeeper was at a loss for words, forcing an awkward smile: “Ethan, you should hurry up and find a girlfriend to put your parents at
ease.”
“Don’t worry, I have a girlfriend,” Ethan said, “I just haven’t decided which girlfriend to bring home.”
Shopkeeper: …
Such an outrageous statement, coming from a player’s mouth, somehow seemed reasonable.
After a while, the store was quiet.
I figured Ethan must have left.
I went to grab the last honeydew melon.
A long, fair hand suddenly appeared, intercepting the melon midway.
“Sorry, I got to it first.”
The young man’s voice sounded behind me.
He said sorry, but there wasn’t a hint of apology in his tone.
“But I might consider letting you have it.
2:52 PM
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Ethan’s voice was now drumming against my eardrums-
“Could you turn around?”
