Chongchong chuckled softly, "I don't have wings on me!"
Andre also laughed, "Before at the bar, what I wanted to tell you was just this. The angel I was talking about is you; you are my dream!"
Then, he naturally started to recall the things she didn't know about.
How he hid the half piece of cake she shared with him, secretly brought it back to the country, and kept it in the fridge until it grew mold...
How he looked forward to the arrival of each holiday because with every holiday, he would have an excuse to see her...
The clothes, cosmetics, everything in that room... were all prepared for her...
"Since you don't like those clothes, I'll have them thrown away when we get back. I'll buy better ones for you."
"No way!" Chongchong immediately spoke up, "Who said I didn't like them?"
"But didn't you never wear them?"
"That's because..." Chongchong smiled sheepishly, "I didn't know they were my clothes."
