No, there was also Vanessa.

After their breakup, Edwin and Vanessa maintained a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship for several months.

She believed they hadn't been physically intimate.

But regular gestures like hugs and kisses, particularly in the presence of elders, demanded a certain decorum.

It troubled her.

Yet, those sentiments were challenging to put into words.

Laura tilted her head slightly, struggling to hold back tears to avoid feeling embarrassed.

Upon emerging from the shower, her nose was inevitably red.

It resembled a petite carrot.

Dressed in his bathrobe, Edwin was preoccupied with his phone, likely making a call home.

As a grown man, he wouldn't face scrutiny for spending the night out.

Watching Laura come out, he noticed her appearance, he deduced she had shed tears.

"Why did you cry?"

Edwin patted the space beside him, his tone gentle as he suggested, “Come here. Let me dry your hair"

Laura hesitated by the bathroom door.

She replied softly, "Edwin, we can't turn back the clock."

He observed her in silence, understanding the whirlwind of thoughts running through her mind. However, he deemed it inappropriate to dwell on such matters that night. On a snowy night like this, he believed they should be wrapped in each other's arms.

Even if their interaction remained innocent, the mere sensation of their warmth was enough.

Laura wasn't one to express her emotions violently.

Edwin swiftly reassured her, “I understand. Now come here. Let me dry your hair."