If You Still Remember Yesterday - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Dylan chuckled:

— I know. Girls are notoriously prideful. That's precisely why you sometimes foolishly lose important things.

— Yeah...

— So do you... hold any grudge against him?

Sunny turned to look at Dylan, her gaze flashing with an unreadable glint, but then her voice dropped low:

— Yes...

— Want to take revenge?

Here is the English translation of the final part of the story:

— I want to...

— Do you know how to take revenge?

— No...

Sunny hesitated, looking up at Dylan pleadingly.

— Tell me?

— It is to... live better than him, so that he will regret it, my dear.

Sunny deflated:

— It's easy to say, but doing it is what matters.

Dylan stood up and stretched:

— Sigh... Take it easy, I'll show you. Trust me, I was an overseas student for more than a year after all. You have to... be strong, like a European girl...

— Yes...

The sunlight outside the window gradually faded away, and Dylan urged:

— Are you heading home yet? It's getting dark.

— Okay.

Sunny hesitatingly stood up, gathered her belongings, and trudged out of the library door. Suddenly, Dylan called out sharply:

— Hey!

— What is it?

Dylan waved his hand:

— Tomorrow, let's meet here again, alright?

— Okay. — Sunny beamed, her eyes curving into crescents.

Little did she expect that this brief encounter with Dylan would make her feel so much lighter. She had smiled, at least twice in a row. Hopefully, tonight, she wouldn't need sleeping pills...

The next day, Sunny eagerly hurried to the library. At the exact same spot, the window was tightly shut and pitch dark. Not seeing Dylan anywhere, Sunny looked crestfallen and slumped her head back down on the desk. Suddenly, a loud "Thud" right beside her ear startled the girl, making her look up.

— Ah! Dylan!

Dylan pulled up a chair and sat down:

— Why is your face still pulled so long?

— I thought you stood me up [literally: let me climb a tree]. — Sunny muttered.

Dylan chuckled:

— Up which branch? Come on down...

Sunny didn't reply; she looked at Dylan's hand, jutted her chin out, and asked:

— What's that?

— Ah, a roly-poly toy. Look at this...