Chapter 13
But when it comes to these things, it doesn’t make any sense either.
He could only tell himself to look forward.
Sandra was still single.
Sandra rejected many men who pursued her.
Sandra, after all, loved him very, very much back then.
He would go to her place two or three times a year.
But on his ninth visit to her.
The same story played out again.
But the protagonist in that story was no longer him.
The rain was pouring heavily that day, just like the time he forgot to pick her up. But this time, the male protagonist did not make the same mistake as him.
In the pouring rain, the man’s car came to a steady stop.
Sandra stood under the porch to shelter from the rain.
Seeing the car coming, I wanted to run over and get on board.
But the man kept waving his hand to stop her.
He first got out of the car in the rain, getting completely soaked before fetching an umbrella.
Then he walked quickly to her and opened the umbrella, almost all of which tilted towards her, protecting her as she got into the car.
Actually, it’s a very short distance, just two or three steps away.
But the man couldn’t bear to let her get even a drop of rain.
I would rather get soaked by the rain myself.
Emmett sat in the car, staring blankly at the scene.
The wipers swayed back and forth, moving quickly.
The whole world was almost engulfed by heavy rain.
The car carrying Sandra sped away and was never seen again.
And that heavy rain from several years ago. The rain that he had forgotten about Sandra.
But much later, it poured down on him like a torrent.
Emmett smiled bitterly.
He started the car and turned the steering wheel.
The car shot through the dense curtain of rain like an arrow released from a bow..
At a certain moment, he seemed to see Sandra again, who was once young and naive.
At that time, they had just gotten engaged.
His mother didn’t like her, but his grandmother liked her very much.
When she got engaged, her grandmother had advised her, “Sandra, if Emmett bullies you, come and tell grandma, grandma will support you.”
So at that time, whenever she was made shy by him, she would always say, “I’m going to tell my grandma on you.” He couldn’t help but smile.
I remembered that night of their wedding again.
She cried in pain, and he held her and comforted her, jokingly saying, “Why don’t you go tell Grandma and complain?”
She cried and laughed, and then angrily pounced on him and bit him. And he lowered his head and kissed her, and she obediently closed her eyes beneath him.
Emmett finally understood.
Actually, when he first saw Sandra, he had already fallen in love with her.
It is just a pity that people often sigh and lament when the flowers fall.
And when the flowers were in full bloom, they did not seem to be very happy or cherished.
It was the second year since Sandra divorced him.
The roses in the wedding house have all withered.
While a small town thousands of miles away, Maci’s yard was filled with blooming roses.
But those flowers, which bloomed so beautifully, no longer belonged to him.
Emmett suddenly looked up.
He was afraid that he would embarrassingly shed tears.
In the pouring rain, in Sandra’s new life that had already begun.
