These days, Deviana’s life felt heavier than ever. Since her unexpected reunion with Adrian, her mind had never truly been at ease. Every time she tried to push his image away, the smallest incident would bring him back.

Like this morning. Deviana was walking out of her apartment building, carrying files for an important meeting. But her steps froze when she saw a man waiting by the entrance.

“Deviana…” The voice was soft, thick with longing. Adrian.

Her breath caught. “You…”

Adrian gave a faint smile, lowering his gaze slightly. “You dropped this yesterday,” he said, handing her a scarf she had unknowingly left behind at the café.

Deviana hesitated,...