I think I'm dreaming when I read William's phone. I really told him that I was going to think about it. But why did Laila tell me otherwise? To the point of Me: So you decided to tell me what's wrong?

Laila: There isn't anything wrong as such. It's just that you weren't so radiant before.

Me: Hmm! it's weird what you say. I don't really think I've changed.

Wesley: At the same time, there are fifteen years of your life that you don't remember.

Me: That's true too. Well, you're my two best friends, I have to tell you something.

Laila: What?

Me: William. He said he loved me....