Passionate Devotion: Master Fudd's Beloved Wife novel Chapter 1147

Early spring of the following year.

It was the first White Day after the passing of Yanny.

Shayne was sitting alone in an overcrowded Pizza Hut, with people coming and going while surrounded by the hustle and bustle of lovers.

A waiter walked over with a menu and asked politely, “Sir, are you alone, or are you expecting someone?”

“Alone.”

Feeling a tinge of awkwardness, the waiter thought that the man was good-looking, yet he was spending White Day alone. “Do you wish to order our one-person set meal? We are actually offering a lover’s set meal which includes small snacks, and it definitely is a good bargain even if you’re having it alone.”

Shayne smiled slightly and said, “Sure, let me have the lover’s set meal then.”

Shayne ordered quite a few servings of the vanilla fantail shrimp, in addition to the lover’s set meal. The dishes piled up on the table, and so did his loneliness.

Lovers around were stealing glances at this man. It could have been that Shayne was good-looking, or that Shayne ordered a table full of dishes even though he was alone.

The fantail shrimps were Yanny’s favorite.

Shayne picked up a fantail shrimp, stuck it in his mouth, chewed it bit by bit, yet he could not taste anything. It was as if he was chewing wax.

Clearly, he could not taste anything, yet bite by bite, he thought of her.

Shayne stuffed his mouth with the fantail shrimps as his yearning for Yanny grew like vines, creeping around his heart and wrapping it tightly until it felt suffocating.

He picked up a glass of coke and gulped down a mouthful. It tasted acrid and cold.

He looked up and saw Yanny sitting in front of him, smiling as usual. She looked at the table of dishes, and said gently, “You ordered this much, will you be able to finish them?”

She then picked up a fantail shrimp and started eating.

While staring across the table, Shayne’s eyes started turning red.

“Uncle, is everything all right?”

Next to him, a young girl with a basket of roses went up to Shayne and asked with concern.

Shayne looked away and hid his eyes, then turned and looked at the girl. He replied weakly, “It is nothing, the sand might have gotten into my eyes.”

The young girl looked at him with her eyes filled with doubts as she did not believe how there would be sand in a mall.

The young girl then asked, “Uncle, would you like to buy a rose for your girlfriend?”

Girlfriend.

Shayne stared at the basket full of roses as his gaze showed hints of despair. “I… I have just lost my girlfriend.”

“You could buy my roses and get your girlfriend back. Girls like roses.”

Unwarrantedly, Shayne started talking to this young girl. He even intended to get a little reassurance and hope from this young child. “Do you think so?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Uncle, don’t be sad anymore. You are so good-looking that your girlfriend would not be willing to lose you.”

Shayne bought her basket of roses, yet there was no one that he could give it to.

Leaving Pizza Hut, the cashier said to Shayne who was paying, “Sir, as you have spent a total of 50 dollars, we are giving you a set of lover’s glasses.”

Shayne looked at the set of lover’s glasses as he raised the corners of his lips.

Lover’s glasses... he might not be able to use them in this life.

[Goodnight, Yanny.]

He would send it every night, just a single sentence like this.

It was like the old times when Yanny went to Hollywood. Every night, she would send him the same one line, [Goodnight].

This illusory peacefulness was like the last dose of reassurance for himself.

It was as if Yanny was still well-alive, in the mansion as her belongings were still around. Shayne was still able to talk to her, but aside from not being able to hug and kiss her, it was as if nothing in his life had changed dramatically.

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This whole year, Shayne totally went off the grid. He roamed across international organizations and was involved in numerous shocking incidents, but every incident that he was involved in, ended in cruelty and there were a few times where he nearly crossed paths with death.

It was as if the god of death was reluctant to keep him, wanting to keep him alive for redemption.

He traveled to numerous countries and places.

He saw the icebergs in North, he sought for the aurora lights in South, wandered across the West for prayer flags, and came across the Buddhist scriptures in the East.

It was as if he had walked eight thousand miles, seen the whole world, yet he could not forget her.

It was her that he saw on the icebergs in the North, it was her that he saw when he was seeking the Southern lights, it was her that he found when he explored the West and it was still her that he saw when he traveled to the East.

Later, he realized that the more he tried to forget her, the harder it was to forget her, and finally, he could not even get rid of her. To be able to miss one person for the rest of their life, did not seem all that bad anymore.

He has lived his life unrestrictedly, and to find her, he became like a bird with no home, wandering willfully.

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