The Indifferent Ex-Husband: Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate novel Chapter 394

Sophia made her way the riverside.

It was evening, a time when the riverside park thrummed with life.

Beyond the students engrossed in their games, the park was brimming with parents walking their young ones, elders, youths, and couples out for a jog.

During the two years since marrying Brandon, she would often find solace here, sometimes sitting contemplatively beneath the setting sun for an entire afternoon. Occasionally, she would sketch quietly; more often, she lost herself to daydreams.

Under the sunset, she'd gaze the throngs of students heading home, their youthful faces a mirror to her own high school days, stirring memories of her own adolescence.

On the days when her mood was somber, she loved being here alone, to walk or to sit.

Not once had Brandon joined her on these introspective escapades.

His life was a whirlwind of work, leaving little room for the leisurely pace of strolling and daydreaming.

But back then, her days were so idyllically slow that she could only savor the sweetness of life through such memories.

The warmth and bliss of senior year when she first met Brandon were so overwhelming, and so she would often find herself smiling at the lively students passing by, as if reclaiming piece by piece the carefree days she had spent with him.

Sitting quietly, recalling the past against the backdrop of sunset, was sublime—especially when her love was right by her side.

But one can't live on memories alone.

Since the divorce, she hadn’t set foot here again.

It had been a while since she'd been back in the West district. If it wasn't for Brandon bringing her here today, the memory of this place might have faded entirely.

Sophia felt a pang of something.

Leaning against the railing, she watched the sun dipping slowly beneath the horizon. Her mind was at peace yet tinged with a subtle wistfulness.

The sunset hadn't changed, and neither had the red roofs of the old school buildings, though they showed signs of age.

The students cycling past still wore the same uniforms reminiscent of her own school days, but their bikes had changed from old styles to flashy yellow and green ones. Gradually, the electric scooters were replacing bicycles, and the chorus of bike bells along the riverside was slowly being overrun by the honks of passing cars.

Everything seemed the same, yet everything was slowly changing.

Sophia exhaled deeply, resting against the railing. As she turned around and raised her gaze, it caught on a large bouquet of dazzling roses. She froze before slowly traveling up to meet the eyes of Brandon, who held the flowers.

Brandon shot her a small smile and handed over the flowers to her: "Happy end-of-workday."

Sophia was lost for words.