Chapter 465

It was so beautiful that it felt lonely. At that moment, it reminded me of Zachary. He was the greatest fireworks that I have seen in my life. At the same time, it was the loneliest experience I had as well. All that glory for just that fleeting moment. I sighed as my heart was inundated with sorrow. Beside me, Wallace suddenly asked me enthusiastically, “Little Caroline, do you know what’s another name for fireworks?” He was calling me Little Caroline again… I entertained his question and asked, “What’s the other name?” “A prostitute! Didn’t they refer to prostitutes as fireworks or the likes in the past? They were beautiful, but beauty is short lived, just like these fireworks dissipating into nothingness in the blink of an eye. That was what they meant by ‘fireworks fades quickly.’” Wallace grew up in France after all. It was normal for him to misunderstand some of the local cultures. I explained to him, “Prostitutes are not fireworks. It is the place they stay that was ref