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My mom greeted me with a smile: "You're back? Derek made your favorite dish. This kid is so thoughtful. He knows you like pink things, so he came over to renovate your room these two days!"

Derek served the dishes to the table, his eyes unable to hide his smile: "Auntie, you are joking."

The two of them sang in unison, in harmony, as if nothing had happened. I clutched the bag tightly, trying to suppress my trembling voice: "Mom, didn't you say you wouldn't interfere with Derek and me anymore?"