Chapter 194

Logan smiled but didn't reply. Then, he asked again, "Do you like it?" I couldn't hold it in and burst into tears. I nodded profusely. Logan was firm but relaxed as he stood beside me, quietly admiring the fireworks display. Our hands intertwined. It was as if we had finally found each other after years of separation. Images flickered in my mind, but I couldn't grasp them. I vaguely saw a young man in a white shirt standing under a bright light, smiling at me. He asked, "Ari, what do you like?" I replied, "I like flowers." The young man answered lightly, "Oh? What kind of flowers?" "Fireworks!" The young man laughed loudly. "Silly, fireworks aren't flowers." I pouted. "What do you mean they aren't? I want fireworks on my birthday." The young man stood in the light, his voice carrying a sense of regret. "But I have to go now. I can't give you fireworks." I asked, "Where are you going, Woody?" Aren't you going to celebrate my birthday with me?" The young man turned around