Clara hurriedly caught up with her bag: "Then I'll take you up on it. I'll return the favor some other time."
Faye laughed, "Who gives gifts expecting something in return? Silly."
"Honestly, when I saw your son today, I felt a bit envious of you.
Back then, I also imagined getting married to Uncle Oliver right after college.
If life were as we wished, I would probably have a bunch of kids by now."
"Your dreams were the same as mine.
It's just that mine are half-realized, while yours are still budding."
"If I had a child now, maybe I wouldn't feel so miserable." Clara looked at her, "So, you're truly fortunate."
Faye nodded, "Since having a child, my life has become more fulfilling.
In comparison, I am indeed very fortunate."
As they walked past a clothing store, Faye vaguely heard someone inside saying her name: "Isn't that Faye?"
Instinctively, she turned her head and immediately saw the woman she resented to the core, Zenia Yates.
