We Share the Same Last Name(5)

10

I was raised by my mother, Yelena, alone at a very young age. Thus, I might look carefree on the surface, but my inner side was very sensitive.

I rested my cheeks on my hands and looked out of the window. Although I seemed to be quiet, I was at a loss.

The cold wind blew onto my face. It was chilling to the bone.

As I closed my eyes, my thoughts gradually drifted away. My mind was flooded with countless scenes, switching between Calvin and Harvey.

When I first came here, I was not used to everything there. When I cried secretly, Calvin would always notice it, as if his eyes were always on me.

I had never seen a gentler person than him. He never thought I was annoying. Every time I cried, he handed me colorful candies just like magic.

His eyes were always bright when he told me, "You won't feel sad if you eat something sweet."

I asked him carefully, "Why are you so nice to me?"

When he bent down and talked to me, he gently brushed away the hair scattered around my ears. "Bec