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Entering another jewelry store, Celine Smith had already chosen a ring. "Simon Johnson, come and try it on." She showed me a pink diamond ring that was shining brightly, and the silver ring setting made it even more beautiful. She chose a plain ring to match it for me. I took a look and told the clerk the size of my finger. "Sir, you can try it on, this ring will suit your hand very well." I shook my head, "No." Before I finished speaking, I was interrupted by a phone ring. Celine Smith answered the phone, looking anxious, "Okay, I'll come right over, don't worry, just stay there." After that, she hurriedly left the jewelry store, her steps flustered. I didn't stop her, but just stood there quietly.

The clerk seemed to have discovered some secret, and asked me awkwardly: "Uh, first... sir, do you still want this ring?" I shook my head, "No, thank you for your help." Walking out of the mall, I carefully took out a sky blue notebook from my bag. The wishes on the first few pages had been fulfilled one by one, and my thoughts about Mia Brown were neatly recorded next to it: " Mia Brown , today I went to the Maritime Museum in Stradsund, Germany... Mia Brown , I listened to you and went kayaking with Zoe Brown ... Mia Brown , you said that I had to fulfill a wish before I could turn to the next page. I obediently did as you said, so can you come to see me in your dream again?"

In a street cafe, the guitarist played a moving melody: "I want to see you, I only want to see you... In the future and the past, I only want to see you..." I reached out to wipe the tears from my face, silently saying in my heart: "Mia Brown, how come even the guitar singer wants to bully me..."