The gentle autumn sunlight lazily shone on people, and Jane sat in the rocking chair, feeling content for the first time in her life, surrounded by friends, and hearing Jack Hugh's nervous yet pure words.
He asked her: "Do you want me to come back?"
This time, Jane didn't look at the words written on Rosie Scott's iPad and sincerely replied, "Yes."
There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.
Jack Hugh stood there like a dumb wooden post; she said she wanted him to come back.
This feeling was like a sudden beam of light shining into a closed space.
The beam of light gradually expanded and then slowly occupied his entire heart.
For the first time, Rosie saw shyness on Jane's face, more excited than when she fell in love herself.
"How about it? Feeling relieved now that it's out in the open?"
Jane felt incredibly relieved, but her face remained calm, merely saying, "Not bad."
Rosie leaned closer to look into her eyes and said, "Hardheaded like a dead duck!"
