Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right novel Chapter 1287

"Help me!"

A little girl's desperate cries echoed in Andrew's mind, and he woke up from a dream.

The room was pitch black and eerily silent. As if drained, he weakly leaned against the head of the bed. Fragments of a memory flickered in his mind like a haunting replay.

"Hold my hand."

"Hug me."

A sweet, childlike voice seemed to call out to him again, as if it had traveled through time to reach him. He opened his eyes and was pulled into a memory from many years ago.

The summer air carried the fresh scent of grass. In the courtyard, koi fish chased one another in the pond. Sunlight bathed the entire yard, its warmth embracing everything in its reach.

He was just an 11-year-old boy then. In front of him stood a little girl with a chubby face. Her little hands tugged at his sleeve.

Andrew bent down, as if this moment had been predestined, and smiled at her. "What now?"

"Swing-swing," replied the girl, pointing at a swing set not far away.

"It's a swing."

"Swing-swing."

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