Mark felt a twinge of disappointment. Amidst the lively atmosphere, he sat alone and smoked half a pack of cigarettes.

At Rena's wedding, Mark's eyes finally fell upon Cecilia, adorned in a resplendent blue gown that he believed to be the purest hue he had ever beheld. She was accompanied by a group of girls, maintaining an air of indifference towards him, forcing him to admire her from afar Perhaps it was for the best.

Even if they were to meet, he could utter nothing to her.

He had nothing to offer her.

Their differing positions and ages imposed insurmountable barriers.