Live Your Life

Chapter 3 : Start Of A New Day

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"Cale..."

"Hm?"

"Uh, umm.. when we grow up..."

"Yes?"

"C-can you promise me?"

"Promise...?"

Sakura. Pink. Pinky finger. Promise.

"You have to be my bride when we grow up!"

"...eeh.."

Cale never agreed, but did not reject either.

Perhaps that child is in a deep and long misunderstanding now.

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Pink hair, eyes that sparkle like gold.

Cale could not remember his name, identity, nor any other features of the boy other than the color of his hair and eye color. He couldn't even remember what his face looked like.

This happened not only to that boy-a childhood friend he had around the age of 5, where his memories had not returned. The memories he had until he is 10 years old slowly faded. Is this a payment to get the memory of his previous life?

Was Cale regret it and upset over this circumstances? Of course not. There was no use regretting over circumstances he couldn't control. After all, his current self was all that matter. The past 10 years may just be children's memories which, of course, will naturally start to be forgotten as he get older.

But...

Why is Cale feeling uncomfortable?

"...sakura, pink hair, golden eyes."

Tap, tap, tap.

His index finger tapped the table. Ron who was standing behind Cale's chair immediately turned his attention to the Young Master. He bowed slightly and asked in a whisper tone, "Want me to find out the information, Young Master?"

Cale slightly flinched but managed to maintain a straight face. Ron Molan, as usual, always scared him. Cale glanced sideways and his eyes met Ron's.

"No." He replied shortly, Cale lifted his cup and drank his tea. He then sank back into thought, but without thinking about the boy with pink hair.

Ron straightened his back and just smiled after hearing Cale's response. Then he thought briefly, 'The only person Cale was referring to that I can remember...that person?'

Cale felt like something bad was going to happen.

"Don't look for it, I'm warning you, Ron."

Ron just chuckled lightly. "Yes, Young Master. I will bring extra sweets to the kitchen and Beacrox will replace me for a moment. Please don't go anywhere."

Without hearing Cale's response, Ron immediately walked into the mansion and at the same time, Beacrox entered the garden from the opposite direction.

"Take care of Young Master and keep giving him sweets. Don't forget to keep changing the tea."

"Yes, Father."

Tap.

Tap.

Cale who was watching the father-son interaction had no reaction. The Molan family was indeed great and powerful, and somewhat vicious. The same as before.

On second thought...

"Beacrox, can I ask you a question? You don't have to answer it if you don't want to." Cale turned his gaze toward the red rose garden in front of him.