In the Restaurant.
Charles White held the telephone in one hand, listening to Mother's endless chatter, while he glanced up at the obedient girl sitting in front of him, happily eating cake.
Her beautiful Eyes were filled with a satisfied smile.
It was as if with a piece of cake, she owned the Whole World.
Charles White hung up the telephone and immediately gazed eagerly at the cake in front of him.
"Uh, don't you like eating cake?"
"I don't like it, and you can't eat any more either, Molly. You've had too much," Charles White's thin lips slightly parted, the last two words hinted at indulgence.
He had never seen anyone who loved eating cake more than her…
No, there was someone else.
The Little Girl he often saw in his dreams.
It seemed that each time he dreamed of her, she was also holding a cake, eating it with a smile…
