Chapter 22

Stephen let out a soft and helpless laugh. "You came downstairs just to say that? Actually, I have long forgotten about it." In fact, Stephen had truly let go of his feelings for Natasha, the girl who filled his entire younger years. While love didn't always have a reason and the 18-year-old Stephen would occasionally act out, the 36-year-old Stephen was confident he could convince his younger self—the naive and stubborn boy—to move on. What was in the past should stay in the past. Natasha's eyes suddenly lit up. "Then, can we go back to how we used to be? Do you… Do you know how sad I've been every day since you started ignoring me?" Stephen shrugged and said in a slightly self-deprecating tone, "There's no use crying over spilled milk. "Natasha, even now, when I look at you sometimes, I still feel my heart stir. But… I really have no plans on liking you anymore." After saying that, he turned and walked away. "You want to go back to how things were? It would be nothing to you