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Noel still had not arrived a while later. It was a stormy weekend night, so he drove cautiously and carefully. He slowly slowed down because there were occasional traffic accidents at night. Meanwhile, Alice cleaned up the dishes, and the house still smelled like spaghetti. She then poured a glass of hot milk for Zayden. After that, Alice put her head down and washed the dishes. She appeared calm, but she was struggling on the inside as if her heart was also raining. Time did not allow her to forget Zayden. She still had a love-hate relationship with him and knew that, no matter how much time passed, she would feel the same way about him. The living room was unusually quiet. Alice returned from doing the dishes to find Zayden lying on the couch. She tried to wake him up, but he looked tired and haggard. He was asleep, but he was still frowning like he was sorrowful. Zayden had already finished the milk, leaving only an empty glass on the table. Alice stood next to him for a moment befo