Ch. Chapter 4 Time will turn your hair white together Chapter 4

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“Sure.” 

Frank smiled at me, looking relaxed. 

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“Don’t worry, I will definitely be home before 

twelve o’clock, and you definitely won’t need 

to use a “Doghouse Card“.” 

Looking at his face, which wasn’t that much different from what it was five years ago, I 

suppressed the sourness in my heart, and 

smiled slightly. 

Okay, I’ll wait for you.” 

There were still three hours until twelve 

o’clock. 

I paid a high price to find a errand runner, and 

asked him to buy me a piece of cake. 

Frank’s assistant, Alex, posted a status 

update on Moments. 

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Complaining that he was still working 

overtime, and he was the only one left in the 

whole company. 

Frank sent me a message. 

[Just arrived at the company, I will be home 

soon.] 

There were still two hours until twelve o’clock. 

When I was cleaning the album, I found a 

photo of Frank proposing to me. 

With a thought, I posted a status update. 

[Before I knew it, it’s already been five years.] 

Frank quickly replied. 

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[More than five years.] 

At the same time, he also sent me a picture 

of the night scene. 

“The night is beautiful tonight, I was thinking 

of you.” 

I didn’t reply. 

Because I knew that the tall building in the 

background of the picture was not near the 

company, but in the city center. 

There are the city’s most romantic lovers 

restaurants. 

Jessica couldn’t help but send a Moments 

just for me to see. 

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[You said you married your white moonlight, 

but I’m your red rose.] 

In the lower left corner of the photo, Frank’s 

left hand without his wedding ring was 

particularly clear. 

There was still one hour until twelve o’clock. 

I nestled on the sofa, looping the original 

wedding video while taking big bites of the 

cake that had been delivered by the errand 

runner. 

But I don’t know why, the cake became more 

and more salty as I ate it. 

I thought to myself, I wouldn’t like it anymore. 

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There were still half an hour until twelve 

o’clock. 

Frank stopped replying to my messages. 

I also consciously stopped bothering him, and 

turned to pack my luggage. 

There was still one minute until twelve 

o’clock. 

I took out the last “Doghouse Card” from the 

can, preparing to tear it open. 

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. 

I paused for a moment and opened the door 

in a hurry. 

“Hello this is the gift Mr Frank bought for 

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“Hello, this is the gift Mr. Frank bought for 

you. Please sign for it.” 

The staff held the jewelry box, warmly and 

thoughtfully. 

At the same time, Frank’s message popped 

1. up. 

[Sorry, I have to stay at the company tonight. 

You can use the “Doghouse Card” if you 

want, and I’ll bring you your favorite cake 

when I get home.] 

I was about to reply when I accidentally 

knocked over the bookcase. 

The wedding photo that had been placed on it 

for five years fell to the ground with a bang. 

The glass shards were scattered all over the 

floor. 

The staff was startled and quickly asked me. 

“Miss, do you need help cleaning up?” 

I shook my head, replying on my phone. 

[No need to bring cake, Frank, the “Doghouse 

Cards” are used up.] 

[Let’s get a divorce.] 

The next second, hundreds of messages 

flooded into my cell phone.