At this hour, the park was nearly empty. Jarrett led Lana onto a small bridge. Lana leaned her hands on the railing, while Jarrett leaned his back against it. The lake water shimmered, but the surroundings were quite dark.
They stood in silence for a long while before Lana finally broke it. "I… I received a bouquet of sunflowers today. Was it… from you?" Lana stammered, her heart filled with a hope she was afraid to embrace.
"Yes, it was me," Jarrett admitted without hesitation.
Lana's heart leaped, and she turned to look at him. "Why? Why would you send me flowers? Don't you love me anymore? Didn't you break up with me?" As she spoke, she felt the urge to cry again. She felt so pathetic. Was it really necessary to be this weepy just because Jarrett had dumped her? She had always thought she hated weak, love-obsessed women, yet after falling for Jarrett, she had become the very person she despised. The thought was suffocating, but she couldn't help it. She couldn't stop her heart from hurting, nor could she stop it from being drawn to him.
Jarrett gazed at her face, which was on the verge of tears. After a moment, he gently cupped her cheeks with both hands, as if holding something fragile. Lana was forced to look up and meet his eyes. In the darkness, Jarrett's eyes shone brighter than the stars, filled with a tender, deep affection.
Lana could hear her own heartbeat, a frantic drumming in her ears. Before she could react, Jarrett's lips were on hers. Her eyes flew open. Jarrett naturally parted her lips, his tongue slipping inside, moving from a tentative exploration to a deep, demanding kiss that stirred her entire mouth. The kiss left Lana breathless. She was tense, her whole body rigid, yet her legs were turning to jelly. They had broken up, so why was he kissing her?
It was a deep kiss, and soon Jarrett began to brazenly kiss her neck, his lips trailing down to her chest. "N-no, don't…" Lana instinctively resisted, giving him a small push. To her surprise, he actually pulled back and stopped kissing her. The light was dim, but she could still see the disappointment in his eyes, as if he was deeply hurt.

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