Chapter 112

The next morning, Citra woke up from her bed as usual.

Citra's life right now was far from recovered and good, as the woman wasn't growing in her career like before, but instead chose to confine herself in her cousin's apartment.

Knock! Knock!

A knock was heard on her bedroom door, and without needing to ask, Citra already knew who was behind that door.

"The door's unlocked," Citra said briefly, ignoring the creaking sound from the door.

Currently, Citra was busy opening photos of her childhood stored in an album that she would always open whenever she felt lonely and sad.

"What are you doing?" Nike asked, sitting down near the woman.

Citra remained silent, keeping her mouth shut as if reluctant to answer the man again.

She only gave a signal through her eyes that looked at the album.

"Is that me?" Nike asked while pointing to a portrait of himself and Citra when they were little.

Citra smiled faintly, followed by a nod of her head.

For a moment, a rather long sigh came out of the wom
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