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Beckett didn’t return until nearly dawn.
I heard his deliberately light footsteps from the other room but pretended not to notice.
The next morning, thinking Beckett had already left for work, I was preparing to go buy a train ticket when I heard coughing from his room.
I paused while eating, but acted as if I hadn’t heard.
After finishing my meal, I planned to go out and buy a train ticket.
Train tickets were hard to come by at this time, and just queuing would take a long time.
But this train ticket was too important to me, I had to buy it early to feel at ease.
Just as I was about to leave, I heard a knock at the door.
I opened the door curiously, only to see a young Vivian standing there, pale–faced.
At this time, she looked thin and sickly, with sparse hair and a sallow complexion from malnutrition. Her body was so frail it seemed a gust of wind could blow her over.
I had only seen her when she was old in my previous life.
I remembered lying in my hospital bed while she sat elegantly by my side, her hair still jet black and neatly styled, wearing designer clothes and carrying an expensive bag.
The pampered Vivian, wrapped in a cashmere shawl, sat gracefully by my hospital bed, at stark contrast to me – lying there with a lifetime of hard work behind me, my hair gray and
sparse.
Vivian didn’t dare look at me.
She just glanced at me quickly, then lowered her head and said softly, “I–I’m looking for
Beckett.
Her demeanor made it obvious to anyone the she and Beckett had an inappropriat
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She just glanced at me quickly, then lowered her head and said softly, “I–I’m looking for
Beckett.
Her demeanor made it obvious to anyone that she and Beckett had an inappropriate
relationship.
But I had no interest in playing along with her act now.
I didn’t close the door.
Instead. I walked past her and went downstairs.
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