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    Ophelia’s signature, vibrant red hair immediately caught the eye; paired with her natural beauty, it made her impossible to forget. Truly beautiful things always had a way of sticking in people’s memory.


    “Wow, what a coincidence, running into you here,” Christina said, giving a small, polite smile.


    “I know, right? It’s a real coincidence. Must be fate! Are you here for a meal too? Did you book a table? If not, you should totally join us! We’ve got a private room,” Ophelia invited warmly.


    Inviting Christina to a meal was Ophelia’s way of showing gratitude for helping Florrie.


    Ophelia found herself stealing a few more nces at Christina; she was forming a really good impression and felt that Christina’s presence would be easy andfortable. From the very first moment she saw Christina, Florrie had felt a strong, unexinable sense of closeness and familiarity.


    “Oh, thank you,” Christina replied with a warm smile. “But I’ve actually got ns with someone else, and our table is already reserved. You two go ahead.”


    Christina subtly watched Florrie, sensing that the older woman’s gaze was slightly unusual and intense.


    When she saw the tears gathering in Florrie’s kind eyes, Christina felt a surprising rush of sympathy and tenderness. Maybe it was because this kind old woman’s eyes held the same deep affection that Bethel always showed her.


    Before Ophelia could even speak again, Florrie suddenly took hold of Christina’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “Thank you for catching me, dear, and please forgive me for bumping into you just now.”


    Florrie’s eyes remained fixed on Christina; the longer she stared, the stronger the resemnce to her own deceased mother became.


    Her parents had loved her dearly, but life meant saying painful goodbyes; no matter how much she missed them, they were gone forever.


    She knew that one day, when she grew old and weak, the same separation of life and death woulde between her and her own children and grandchildren.


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    Despite that sad truth, she vowed to hold on with every bit of strength she had until she finally found her missing granddaughter.


    Christina let Florrie hold her hand, feeling surprisingly at ease and calm.


    With anyone else touching her, she would have immediately felt awkward and ufortable.


    This olddy was just as sweet and kind as Bethel, and her eyes were filled with the gentle, tender love an elder shows a younger person, which created a wave of warmth. Christina decided the old woman must have mistaken her for a rtive, which exined why her eyes were red.


    “Don’t worry about it. It’s fine. Please take care and try not to let things stress you out so much,” Christina gently suggested.


    Florrie paused, her expression momentarily thoughtful, then offered a warm smile. “Thank you for your concern, and I truly will.”


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