Mrs. Marsh's Revealed Identities

Chapter 1883: Like A Spell

Chapter 1883: Like a Spell

Beneath the basketball hoop stood a girl in a pristine white dress, her long, jet-black hair flowing in the wind. She held a bottle of mineral water, gazing quietly at Spencer, waiting for him. Every time she appeared, Spencer felt a sense of happiness wash over him.

He tossed the ball to a friend and hurried over to her, asking with a smile, "Summer, I thought you weren't coming?" His heart was brimming with joy. The girl handed him the water bottle, saying, "I finished my homework, so I came to see you." She glanced at the envious classmates led by the class monitor, all very excited.

Without saying a word, she just smiled at him and said, "You continue." Then she turned and walked towards the classroom. Spencer gazed at her retreating figure for a long time, but at that moment, the group of girls surrounded him.

"Spencer, can I borrow your English notes?"

"Spencer, let's sing a song together for Friday's class activity?"

Amidst the bustling voices, Summer distinctly heard the sharp voice of the class monitor, Huang Yan, intentionally raising her tone. A slight pang pricked Summer's heart as she stopped walking and looked back.

She saw Huang Yan's face close to Spencer's, wiping away his sweat. Summer's expression remained calm as she quickly averted her gaze and continued towards the classroom to study for the upcoming test.

In a dream, Spencer crossed over the short Huang Yan and continued to watch that figure disappear, a sense of loss creeping up.

Next, a never-ending argument played out in the dream.

"Spencer, your letter." After entering the classroom, Summer casually placed a letter on his desk, asking, "Which sister sent this one?"

Without opening the envelope, he placed the letter in the drawer, not opening it in her presence. He answered her question, "An old friend from middle school." Summer seemed to have a thousand words to say but ended up saying nothing.

As she prepared to leave, he stood up and grabbed her arm. "Summer, why don't you trust me? What's there to be angry about? She's just a friend!" Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

She halted, looking at him with a faint gaze. "I trust you, so I'm not angry."

"What do you trust? Is this not being angry to you?"

"What should my attitude be then? I'm your girlfriend. Should I reply to her and become friends with her?"

"Summer, you're being unreasonable."

"...," the girl remained silent, simply because she loved him.

In the dream, his mood was very sour, and she lacked patience, pulling away from his grasp and walking away. They ended up in a cold war for several days, with no one initiating an explanation or mentioning a breakup.

Then Spencer woke abruptly from his sleep, with the bedroom's sleep light casting a hazy glow on his face. The girl's familiar face lingered in his mind, her voice echoing in his ears.

In the silence of the night, he felt engulfed by endless loss. Young and naive in love, only to regret it when lost.

No matter what, he couldn't fall back asleep, tossing and turning in bed for half an hour before getting up and reaching for the bottle of alcohol. Sitting by the window, he drank alone, feeling a sense of loneliness like toasting the moon and facing his own shadow.

This woman was like a lingering spirit in his dreams, entwined for nearly a decade, and he had no idea when it would end. But his pride wouldn't allow him to search for her, knowing that ten years could change everything.

Every time he checked her social media, he left no trace, but his emotions remained unsettled for a long time.