Chapter 93

Days passed since that afternoon incident at the cafe, and the relationship between Franklin and Clara ceased to exist. They treated each other coldly. Sometimes when they crossed paths, Clara tried to reach for Franklin's hand.

"Franklin, listen to me...," she would say whenever she saw him. Her face reflected a plea to be heard, as if she didn't want any misunderstandings.

Well, not just misunderstandings, but hostility. Their families had been enemies for a long time. She wanted to fix everything. Her dream of living together made her heart yearn even more for the young man's love.

Like tonight, Clara sat pondering in a cafe. Her ears accidentally caught a song played by the band on stage. The lyrics resonated with her, especially since their meaning matched what the girl was feeling.

"Miss, you've been here all day. Why don't you go home?" asked a neatly uniformed woman who was one of the cafe's waitresses.

Clara turned to the woman with a weary face. She shook her head slightly a