Emily squinted. Was this really Tiodor Lison?

"That woman must be special," she said, noticing the man's thoughtful expression.

"Stop talking nonsense. I'm just tired; I had a terrible day," he finally responded.

She let out a small laugh.

"If you say so," she drawled, her red lipstick drawing the gaze of a few passersby.

The dinner continued, and Emily shared how her day had gone at work. This time, Tiodor listened, though with an odd look in his eyes. She wiped the corner of her mouth.

"Do I have something on my face?" she asked seriously, pulling a small mirror from her handbag.

Lison didn’t take his eyes off Emily's face, thoughtfully comparing her every gesture to Libia’s. After spending so much time with the woman, he realized her resemblance to his ex wasn’t just physical; they also shared similar attitudes, even the same sense of humor.

"Nothing."

"Are you really okay?" Emily asked again, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, causing the charms on her bracelet to jingle.

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