Chapter 47

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Axry

We are on a boat today. Its size can fit ten of us. We were quite far from the island and nearly in the deep part of the sea, just enough to dive to the exact depth.

“You like — no, you love her, don't you?” she asked me.

I looked away.

“Does it matter?” she smiled. “Of course, you'd been my friend after all. So, I still have a concern for you” she said with modest.

If you're asking who is she? She is my childhood friend, she is Jasmine Resco short for Sane. It's been so many years since we saw each other. And it is surprising that in all of places we can met, it is this place.

“So, let me rephrase what I'm asking, do you love her?”

I looked at her. “I can tell that you already know the answer”

Her mouth turned to 'o'. “Of course, I do. Obviously you really love her just the way you look at her. I just want it to come to your own mouth”

Am I really