My Crazy Childhood Friend’s Love Obsession

Upon entering the restaurant, I immediately noticed it distinctive decor. In one corner, there was even a grand piano, next to which stood

an easel with a painting of white roses. My body tensed, and suddenly, long- forgotten memories came rushing back

I walked over instinctively, noticing a patch of chipped paint on one corner of the plano. There was also a Sailor Moon sticker on it, yellowed with age but still firmly intact. Clearly, the owner had taken good care

It reminded me of when I was fourteen. Both my parents were at work that day. The nearby streets were undergoing electrical maintenance, and the whole neighborhood was without power. Terrified, I huddled i Then, someone knocked on my window.noveldrama

screamed in fear and covered my head with a blanket, clutching it tightly. I heard a gentle voice.

"Wendy, are you at home? I heard your voice. Are you afraid of the dark? Would you dare to open window? I'll catch you down here. My mom made some food, would you like to join me?" He softly coaxed

me from outside the window for a long time, and it wasn't until then that I hesitantly opened the window, jumped down, and landed in his arms. Perhaps I had a crush on him during my youth because he was wil black night and catch me.

That night, there was power outage, and I stayed at Nash's house. He saw that I had turned pale from fright, and even though he wasn't very good at playing the piano, he played

the only piece he knew for me. I couldn't help but laugh at his

attempts and sent him off to draw.

However, when I got up, I accidentally knocked over his easel, which in turn knocked over a vase from the cabinet onto the corner of the piano. The paint on the piano was damaged, and my tears, which I had

Nash was at a loss as he tried to comfort me for a long time. When he saw that I was still crying, he went to get his stickers. He gently touched my hair and said, "It's okay, we can cover it with stickers." He held Steve noticed my distraction and asked with a smile, "Can you play the piano too?"

1 pointed at the piano. "I was an arts student in my freshman and sophomore years, and I learned to

play the piano. But I didn't want to continue, so I switched to regular courses later."

Steve, who was tall and had long limbs, praised me for one of my strengths, making me feel

embarrassed. I pushed him towards the seats. "Alright, stop with the sweet talk. If you want, I can play for you another day."

As I nudged the tall and lanky Steve along, he didn't mind and continued to chat, "What about drawing? Can you do that too?"

"I can't, but I used to know someone who was really good at it.”

Steve looked at me with a mischievous smile. "It just so happens that the of this restaurant is my

friend. He's also good at drawing. However, he injured his hand. I used to joke with him that if his hand

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really talented by now."

I was stunned. Injured hand? Drawing? All these elements combined, and I couldn't help but think of Nash. "Your friend?"

Steve pointed behind me, "Yes, he's the owner of this restaurant."