When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 554: Delicate Teenage Girlโs Thoughts
At night, Byron was trapped in town by a heavy snowstorm, and the small detached building behind him was already decorated with an artistic flair.
This was a quiet place, suitable for practicing calligraphy. ๐๐๐๐๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ป๐๐๐๐น.๐๐จ๐
Not only does he have student classes, but he also plans to start an adult class, hoping to pass on the art of calligraphy.
His pricing is already very low, half of what those training classes in the city charge, or even less; running this class is not for profit.
Standing by the window, watching the swirling snow outside, he couldnโt help but think of Kylie Fletcher and took out his phone to look at her message about having hot pot.
He hadnโt replied yet.
Replying now would seem a bit odd.
But he also realized that not replying to her message was a kind of impolite behavior.
"But what good does it do to reply?" Byron often asked himself this, aware of the gap between them, and silently put his phone down.
He turned to his desk and picked up a brush to start writing "The Orchid Pavilion Preface."
His calligraphy is quite skilled and has received recognition and praise from many elders in the circle, who believe Byron is talented.
As long as he stays true to his original intention, he can become a world-class calligrapher.
As for Kylie, sheโs recently been tied up with contracts in the production crew, feeling quite restricted.
She might also be a sensitive and delicate girl, as many scripts could remind her of Byron, causing a subtle yet noticeable ache in her chest...
Regarding the incident where he didnโt reply to her message that day, she had forgotten.
After wrapping up, she walked out of the hotel lobby and looked up at the snow flying all over the sky, finding it incredibly beautiful and romantic.
This beautiful scene made her think of Byron again.
Unable to resist, she took out her phone, sort of like forgetting the pain after healing, and opened his WeChat chatbox once more.
It was blank; she deleted the message from that day because it was too painful to look at.
At this moment, facing the blank chatbox, she couldnโt help but want to send him a message, wanting to ask him whatโs up.
Actually, she just missed him.
So, in a moment of impulsiveness, Kylie sent Byron a cute sticker saying, "What are you doing?"
After sending it, her heart started to race inexplicably, like the flutter of adolescence.
Would he see it?
Would he reply?
Various thoughts appeared in the girlโs mind.
At this moment, Byron, alone in the study in town, was deeply focused on practicing calligraphy as snow fluttered outside, capturing the mood as he wrote.
The WeChat notification sound from his phone chimed beside him, but he didnโt rush over to check it.
He finished writing a small section before putting the brush down; under the warm yellow light, he always had an aura of warmth and gentleness.
He picked up his phone and saw Kylieโs WeChat, a cute sticker asking him what he was doing.
The message from last time hadnโt been replied to, and he hadnโt deleted it either.
Byron quickly responded without much thought: "Trapped in town."
Upon receiving the message, as the phone buzzed, Kylieโs heart skipped a beat, she quickly took out her phone to checkโitโs Byron!
Itโs actually Byron!!
The girlโs smile widened like a bright flower!
He replied!!
She quickly opened the message again, puzzled, "Trapped in town?" Her eyebrows knitted together in confusion, a bit unclear about what this meant.
Suddenly, concern enveloped her.
She hurriedly edited her text reply: "Why are you in town? Did your car break down? Is there anyone with you?"
Three sentences, sent as three separate messages, her urgency clearly evident.
When Byron received the messages, his expression was gentle, and he sent her a short indoor video, about ten seconds long.
After receiving the video, Kylie watched it twice. The environment was very serene, it was a study.
So, she edited her text to ask him: "Where are you?"
He quickly replied: "In town."
She didnโt know why he was in town, but really wanted to know, though feared asking too much might lead him not to reply.
Therefore, she found herself overthinking, slightly conflicted, and eventually sent a message: "Are you coming back tonight?"
After about five minutes, Byron replied with two words: "Not returning."
She sensed a slight chill in his tone, and since it took so long for him to reply, she... decided not to bother him further.
Because she didnโt want to feel too sad.
