Heng's POV
The library aboard the yacht offered a quiet refuge from the bustling festivities outside. Freen and I sat comfortably, enveloped in the soothing atmosphere, while she elegantly flipped through the pages of a history classic that had captured her attention.
"You know." I began, taking a leisurely sip of my drink,
"Thinking back to those days when we used to ride around the city on my scooter, it almost feels like a different lifetime."
Her lips curled into a wistful smile as she looked up from the book.
"Yeah, it's funny how much has changed since then."
A soft chuckle escaped me, nostalgia washing over.
"And then college happened, and our grand escapades turned into late-night study sessions."
Her laughter joined mine, and for a moment, the years seemed to melt away, leaving us with memories that still sparkled.
"You haven't changed much." I teased, giving her a sidelong glance.
"Remember those letters I used to send to the Palace?"
A playful glint danced in her eyes as she arched an eyebrow.
"Ah, the letters where you practically begged to hang out with me after college graduation?"
I put on an exaggerated pout, hand over my heart.
"Hey, my persistence paid off. Look at us now."
A warm smile played on her lips.
"You're truly something else."
"Charmingly relentless, you mean." I countered, accompanied by a wink.
Her laughter rippled through the library, a sound that felt like a cherished memory.
"You always know how to make me laugh."
Amid the camaraderie, a more serious topic hung unspoken between us.
"You know, I've always thought that you might've married one of the presidential candidates just to escape that place."
Her expression shifted subtly, meeting my gaze with unwavering resolve.
"What? Of course not. I married for love."
I leaned back, feigning surprise.
"Oh, please. You're telling me you fell in love that fast?"
A hint of exasperation mingled with her smile.
"It happens, Heng."
Chuckling, I shook my head.
"Well, I'm not buying it."
She sighed, the corner of her lips quirking.
"Then believe whatever you want."
As our conversation lightened once more, I leaned in with a playful glint in my eyes.
"You know, I have my own theory."
She raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
"Oh really? And what might that be?"
With a conspiratorial grin, I dropped my voice to a whisper.
"I think you might still be holding a torch for someone."
Her laughter bubbled forth, a mixture of amusement and fondness.
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TRIP TO LIBERTY (FREENBECKY)
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