"But Little C saw Little Y and her current boyfriend standing together, so well matched. If he went over, he would be so out of place! So Little C followed Little Y, always silently observing her from behind, and only left after he saw her health improving."

"That’s why, afraid that Little Y would be bullied in that place or simply worried about her, Little C would go to that city every year on Little Y’s birthday. Holding the birthday gift prepared for her each year, he would always watch silently from behind, never going forward to disturb her. And those birthday gifts were always brought back untouched, never given out even once."

"Little C said he worried about her a lot, wanting to call or text her every day to ask if she was doing well. ’If you’re not, come back, come back to me.’" 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"But Little C’s worries and greetings were doused with cold water by her boyfriend’s words: ’Stop being sentimental.’ Little C knew he had no right to have her because she had a boyfriend."

"So Little C just stood there waiting, waiting for Little Y to return, waiting for a very long time, always waiting silently like a fool."

Candy finished the story, took a strong sip of milk tea, looked at Daisy Grant, her eyes unusually deep: "Daisy, if you were Little C, would you choose a man like Little Y?"

Daisy Grant was silent for a moment, shook her head, "I don’t know, I haven’t encountered that."

Between her and her second brother, her love letters were ignored by him.

She went far off to Washington for five years under the guise of studying, but it was actually to heal a broken heart. Yet her second brother never called frequently to chat with her.

In those early days in Washington, she would occasionally receive a text or a short call from him.

For the sake of this ’occasionally’, she kept her phone fully charged every day, afraid to turn it off for 24 hours, fearing she might miss one of his occasional calls or not reply promptly to one of his concise texts.

And in those brief calls, he would always ask, "Are you doing well?"

And she would always reply in a disguised lighthearted tone, "I’m doing great, how about you?"

He would always chuckle softly and say, "I’m doing well... bye, hang up..."

Back then, his calls to her were always just these few short sentences.

And his texts, even more simple, were always "Take good care of yourself" or "Remember to be happy and joyful."

The texts he sent were never more than ten words!

Yet she still longed for his short calls and simple texts, but later, even these brief calls and messages ceased to exist...

If it weren’t for the fact she hadn’t changed her phone number all this time, she would really think her second brother didn’t know her phone number or suspect there was a problem with the communication signal.

Just like that, their intersection became more and more distant, the communication grew less and less. In the end, unless she took the initiative to send him a message or make a call, they would probably have zero communication.

Because he never took the initiative to contact her again.

While Daisy Grant was reflecting on the past, Candy looked at her with a somewhat meaningful smile and said, "Sometimes we tend to overlook the emotions and presence of people around us, like Little Y, who will never know Little C loves her deeply, profoundly, without daring to express it."

Daisy Grant responded with a soft hum, "Shall we go home? It’s quite late now."

"Sure."

The two of them grabbed some snacks and took a taxi back to the apartment.

Candy’s phone buzzed with a message. She glanced at it, seeing an email, got up, and went to the study to check the files on the computer.

Candy reviewed the documents and casually clicked on Dawn Sutherland’s desktop page, where she saw a locked photo album...