Vera shouted as she washed the blood off her face, "Waylen, you bastard! Rena has never even held a man’s hand before, and you slept with her!"

Waylen scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

He thought it was hilarious.

He had already slept with Rena many, many times. They'd already made three children together.

After a while, Roscoe showed up.

Roscoe liked Vera and wanted to pursue her, so he was grateful to Waylen.

Vera was leaning over the dining room table.

She said weakly, "Roscoe, will you come with me to the school's anniversary celebration next week? But let's make it clear first. We're not attending as boyfriend and girlfriend. I just want back in the game and to turn the tables.”

The school's anniversary celebration?

Waylen squinted slightly.

After Roscoe took Vera away, Waylen went into the study and turned on his computer. He looked up Duefron Music School.

A minute Later, he found all the information he was looking for, and he started reading.

The 2012 anniversary celebration of Duefron Music School would be held at Duefron Theater.

It was where Rena met an accident. The same place and the same people. And the familiar chandelier.

Waylen knew that it was almost time for him to return to reality.

The study was enshrouded in darkness, a canvas where shadows interplayed with the soft glow of the computer screen, casting an air of mystery over Waylen's countenance.

A cigarette found its way into his hand, ignited to life with a spark. In the hush of the room, he sat in contemplation, his gaze fixated on the screen.

A mere few days ago, anxiety had gripped him. Now, with the crux of the matter unveiled, a different sentiment prevailed.

The prospect of leaving Rena became increasingly difficult to bear. Waylen's reluctance to part ways with Rena, who was now 20 years old, stemmed not from an affinity for her youthful innocence, but from a lingering emotional connection.

Even within the realm of dreams, the idea of losing her tugged at his heart.

Two cigarettes were claimed by the passing moments, and as he pondered his return to the bedroom, Rena's presence graced the room.

Drifting towards him, she wore his shirt, her eyes still heavy with sleep. A gentle query spilled from her lips.