My Dreamy Old Husband

Irene sneered inwardly as she glanced at Sophia, who was sulking next to Michael.

As it turns out, Sophia is having a fit of the sulks, so it’s no wonder that Michael doesn’t dare to come onstage. Otherwise, he would have difficulty defusing the situation if the little girl begins weeping later!

Having collected her thoughts, she held the microphone and said to everyone below the stage, “It seems that the colleague is absent today. In that case, I shall sing ‘The Love of My Life’ for everyone alone.”

A round of applause came from the audience.

The cicada’s chirps kept ringing in her ear, and the air was unbearably sultry. She pushed the window open to let the cool breeze into the room, but she didn’t expect to see the young man she had been waiting for a long time hiding in the shade of the tree downstairs the instant she pushed the window open. His white shirt was soaked in sweat, but when he looked up and saw that the long-awaited window was finally opened, his suntanned face cracked into a delightful smile…

“Your shirt was pure white in color, and the sky was slightly blue. You were carrying a bamboo basket, and I saw the smile on your face with a thin sheen of sweat…”

Irene began singing the song in a clear voice. The sincere emotions in her pure singing voice made the song extremely appealing, and the audience was entranced while listening to the song, as if it reminded them of their first loves.

Michael seemed to be listening to the song as well. Moreover, he closed his eyes slightly, as if he was enthralled by the song’s mood.

It was as if he was lost in his memories and was unable to snap out of them.

As Sophia listened to this song, she couldn’t help recalling the person who was by her side in the days of her youth. She and he were young and thus ignorant of the harsh reality of the world. The love between them was so young, pure, beautiful, and foolish; looking back at the old days, she found that the happiness she had back then was genuine.

Richard was listening to this song as well. As he closed his eyes slightly, his mind was preoccupied with Sophia.

His love for her was faint and innocent; it was the purest and most beautiful without any impurities.

Since when did his love for her begin to change?

back then that he couldn’t hold his head high in front of his family. At that moment, he realized that they couldn’t possibly be together. No matter how much he loved her, the love between them would die out

for Sophia was genuine, and she was

it couldn’t withstand even the slightest blow and temptation by reality. It was beautiful and fragile; only at this very moment would it occasionally glisten with a trace

have ended their relationship in the most amicable way, and she definitely wouldn’t

her

days. Many people had appeared in the wonderful years of his life, and Irene was only one

flashed across in his mind was the scene where he ran on the

were so innocent and happy back then. Celine hadn’t ended up in the state she was in right now; Joel was still a brother of the same age as his; and Irene was still a naive little girl who could sing as

good thing about the military compound

so naive, honest, and happy at

camping outside the town together, during which the older kids had to look after the younger ones. Michael remembered that he and Joel were the eldest among the kids, so they had to bring many

returned to reality as the memories of their youth gradually disappeared. They seemed to find it hard to accept that the reality

into applause. Sophia clapped her hands for a moment along with the crowd, but she immediately grabbed Michael’s

stage to leave the stage to

to Michael since she was still

stage, Irene found a seat and sat down under everyone’s gaze of wonder. The song she had sung just now was really too

subconsciously glanced in Michael and Sophia’s direction. It seemed to her that Sophia was still sulking, whereas Michael had a helpless expression on his

for herself. Otherwise, Sophia wouldn’t be at odds

had plenty of

Cethosian banquets was the food, but the dance was the focus of Western banquets. Since this day’s banquet was a fusion of Cethosian and Western styles, both the food and the dance were the main parts of the

whole time, Sophia refused to speak to Michael during

just a little for dinner since

was magnificently decorated; the stage decor there was more splendid than that of this room, and the