The girl threw herself into the man's arms, smelled the familiar faint scent of grass on his body, narrowed her eyes happily, and smiled as lazy as a cat.
The man held her in his arms, smiled lovingly, and listened to her joyful narration of the future story, with an almost cruel innocence, "My dear, after we break up, I will go to Iceland to feel the feeling of being buried in ice and snow..."
"Okay"
"Honey, after we break up, I'm going to Hawaii to get over that damn hydrophobia..."
"Okay"
"My dear, after we break up, I am going to Denmark. I heard that it is Andersen's hometown..."
"Okay"
"My dear, after we break up..."
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"My dear," the girl pouted and said dissatisfiedly, "Why don't we break up yet and why don't you go back to your wife?"
The man just smiled and said nothing, gently kissed the girl's pouty red lips, and smiled lightly.