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Wallace pinched her thin arm and had the urge to pull her into his arms.

Sharon took a photo according to Wallace’s adjustments. The finished product of the photo was a black cloud pressing on the pagoda, and the green branches of the trees in front of her had also entered the photograph.

Sharon looked at the photo in satisfaction. The green branches and leaves in the photo were in the left corner of the photo, and there were black clouds on the upper right. Under the black clouds was the ancient pagoda that had been weathered for a thousand years. The pagoda was solemn, and the black clouds were heavy, but the green branches and leaves of the trees added a hint of brightness to the scene.

“How is it?” Sharon was like a child waiting for praise as she showed the photo to Wallace.

“It’s so good,” Wallace praised.

Before long, Michelle and Xylia and their partners met up with them. After strolling around the pagoda for a while, they returned to the apartment because it was about to rain.

At night, Sharon went to the kitchen to wash the cherries she had bought during the day and planned to give them to everyone.

“How much are these cherries?” Hazel asked. She saw that the cherries were very small and didn’t look like they were sold on the market.

“39,000.” Sharon smiled.

“What cherry is so expensive?” Zahn asked in confusion.

“It’s a secret.” Sharon smiled.

The red cherries were like agate, exquisite, translucent, and very tempting. Sharon tasted a cherry and frowned.

Wallace was chatting with Zahn when Sharon placed a cherry in Wallace’s mouth. Wallace’s expression was a little twisted from the sourness. He said, “No wonder that old man said that this cherry tastes like candied hawthorn.

This taste is indeed a little like hawthorn.”

Sharon actually didn’t want to eat cherries, but she couldn’t bear to see the old man suffer under the scorching sun, so she didn’t care if the cherries were sweet or sour. Helping the old man and helping the children sponsored by the old man was the happiest thing for her today.

In the evening, it suddenly rained outside. Everyone decided not to go out for dinner, so they ordered some takeout to the apartment and tried some local

After everyone finished their dinner, the takeaway boxes and many other trash piles formed a small mountain.

“I’m going out to throw out a piece of trash,” Sharon said to Wallace. If she didn’t throw out the trash that night, it would smell the next day. “I’ll go with you.” Wallace took his coat and prepared to go out with Sharon.

“No need. You can chat with them,” Sharon said. “I’ll go out with you. You can’t carry it all by yourself.”

“Okay.”

The big trash can outside was a distance away from their apartment. Wallace and Sharon carried the trash to the trash can, and the stench of the trash can assaulted their noses.

“Stand here and wait for me. I’ll throw it away first and come back to get it from you,” Wallace said.

“I’ll go with you.”

“No need. Just stand here and stay away from the trash can. I’m afraid it’ll be too smelly for you.”

Sharon was touched by his meticulous care. He had once said that he wanted to learn to love her better. He had slowly fulfilled all the promises he had made.

Wallace jogged over and threw the trash in his hand into the trash can. He then came over, took the trash from Sharon’s hand, and threw it into the trash can. Then, he came back and held Sharon’s hand. “Let’s go.”

“Let’s take a walk outside,” Sharon said.

Now that the rain had stopped, the air after the rain was especially fresh, as if it had been washed. The neon lights on the street lit up, and the light from the street lamps shone on the puddles on the ground. The two of them held hands and strolled on the street. Sharon felt that it was especially quiet and beautiful.

Just as Sharon was immersed in the beautiful night scenery, a black cat suddenly jumped out, scaring her. She subconsciously hid in Wallace’s direction.

Wallace hugged her and smiled. “Don’t be afraid. It’s a cat.” “Thankfully, you came out with me,” Sharon said coquettishly.

“I’ll always be with you.”

Sharon held Wallace’s hand tightly and interlocked her fingers.

Wallace felt that Sharon’s hand was a little cold, so he took off his jacket and draped it over her.

“It’s cold, right? Let’s go back if it’s cold,” Wallace said.

“No, I want to walk a little longer.”

“Let’s go back. You’ll catch a cold. The next time the weather is good, I’ll accompany you for as long as you want.” “Thank you,” Sharon said. “Silly, what are you thanking me for?”

“Thank you for loving me.”

“I’m the one who should thank you for coming to my side in the first place..”