Mr. Marsh’s Twins

“Didn’t you drive either?” Spencer asked her.

“No.”

Either? So he didn’t drive as well?

Summer glanced at him, and just then, she accidentally bumped into something, “Ah!” She almost tripped!

“Careful!” Luckily, Spencer quickly grabbed her arm.

“Ouch…”

At that moment, a weak groan came from nearby. It was a stranger’s voice, sending chills down their spines.

“Ah!” Summer instinctively threw herself into Spencer’s arms, frightened.

Spencer wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her protectively.

With his height advantage and the help of the streetlight, he quickly saw an elderly scavenger sitting on the roadside lawn.

It was the old man’s outstretched foot that had tripped Summer.

“It’s okay,” Spencer whispered to her. “It’s an old man, a person, not a ghost.”

Summer slowly turned her head. Under the dim streetlight, she saw an old man sitting under a tree. Though she couldn’t see his face clearly, he seemed very old, at least seventy.

Next to him was a fiber bag filled with what appeared to be empty water bottles.

Feeling a pang of sadness, Summer looked at Spencer.

Spencer opened the bag he was holding and handed the packed food to the old man. “Sir, you haven’t eaten yet, have you? Here, take this.”

The fragrant food made the old man feel deeply touched.

He looked up at the kind young couple and shakily reached out to accept it. “Thank you both. May you be blessed with peace and happiness.”

The old man seemed to have not eaten in days; his voice was weak as he accepted the meal box. “Bless you both. Thank you.”

Summer pursed her lips and didn’t explain her relationship with Spencer to the stranger; there was no need.

“You’re welcome, sir.” Spencer took out his wallet and handed all the cash he had to the old man.

The old man hesitated several times before finally accepting it.

“You young people will be happy, for sure,” said the scavenger elder as he stroked his wispy white beard. “May you have a long-lasting union.”

Summer felt a bit uneasy; for a moment, it sounded like a spell to her. But she said nothing and just wanted to leave quickly.

Spencer put his arm around her shoulders and led her away.

He could sense her fear; after all, this place felt dark and eerie compared to outside.

It wasn’t until they reached the intersection that he let go of her, and Summer’s heartbeat finally returned to normal. Somehow, having him by her side always made her feel secure.

They walked in silence… neither spoke, but Summer thought Spencer had a kind heart deep down.NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Of course, she didn’t praise him for it either.

Walking east along this road for five minutes would bring them back to their residential area. The streetlights here were tall and spaced closely together, providing ample light.

Spencer walked beside Summer as the wind picked up again, gently blowing through their hair and flipping up the ruffled edges of her collar.

Glancing sideways unintentionally, Spencer saw her collar fluttering in the wind. This moment pulled his thoughts back to another time-

That evening on campus when vibrant sunset clouds painted the sky. The wind was just as gentle then as it was now.

She had also worn a dress with ruffled edges and a long white skirt underneath. He remembered thinking how particularly beautiful she looked that night…