BLINDED BY LOVE

ROOM 307

This news was truly astonishing, like thunder striking the ground, and the air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Davika even doubted her own ears, her voice sounded distorted. “You said who?”

Pon repeated casually, “Sailub.”

He picked up the lemon water on the table and took a sip. “Actually, we’ve met for some time now. A while back, we bumped into each other at a friend’s gathering, and he said he wanted to start over with me.”

He glossed over the twists and turns in the middle. “For the past two or three months, we’ve been going out to eat, watch movies, and travel together. We might even bump into you somewhere. So I thought I should tell you.”

Davika was completely stunned, as if her ability to speak had been taken away.

She looked at Pon sitting under the light, and in a daze, she seemed to see Pon’s eighteen-year-old self.

His face was full of innocence, his features somewhat resembling hers, but his temperament was completely different.

There was a youthful innocence and stubbornness in his eyes, filled with tears as he looked at her.

But in the next moment, the person sitting in front of her was unmistakably twenty-six-year-old Pon, aloof and cold, like a cup of clear wine chilled in ice.

She adjusted her knitted coat, and after a while, she murmured somewhat absentmindedly, “So it’s him. No wonder you’ve been so happy lately.”

Davika also picked up a glass of water and took a sip, lips moistened with water vapor.

Her mind seemed to calm down a bit, but her wrist trembled imperceptibly.

She didn’t express much of her astonishment, nor did she intend to voice any opinions.

She simply asked, “So, are you two back together?”

Pon hesitated for a moment.

He could feel the gaze of both Davika and Way on him, waiting for an answer.

Actually, he could have been truthful and said they weren’t back together yet, that he was still considering it.

But inexplicably, he nodded.

“Yes.”

The moment the words left his mouth, he seemed to hear a faint breeze and the sound of glass shattering in his ears.

It was the faint sound from his eighteen-year-old self.

He had argued fiercely with his family because of a failed first love, with glassware shattered at his feet, cutting his ankles and blood flowing all over the floor.

Now, at twenty-six, he could finally introduce his chosen partner to his family with calmness.

Way’s heart tightened, and he could feel Davika gripping his hand tightly.

Da unconsciously pinched the back of Way’s hand.

She had always been cold and strong, but at this moment, facing Pon’s calm and gentle face, she revealed a subtle hesitation and timidity, her eyes even stinging with tears.

She asked, “Are you happy with him?”

This time, Pon didn’t hesitate for too long.

He smiled helplessly and nodded slowly.

“Yes, I’m very happy.”

This was his most powerless aspect.

After all the twists and turns, the one who could still stir his heartstrings was only this person.