The airplane touched down at two o'clock in the afternoon. Despite still battling the effects of jet lag, Waylen's eagerness to see Rena overshadowed any fatigue.

According to Jazlyn, Rena had dedicated herself to volunteering at a local nursing home that day

Waylen drove to the designated Location.

Due to the nursing home's remote setting, it took over an hour for him to drive there.

After parking his car, he entered the establishment and was greeted by the melodic notes of a piano.

In the very next moment, Waylen's eyes fell upon Rena.

She was dressed in an elegant white gown, engrossed in playing an aged piano.

Her radiance mirrored the beauty he had witnessed the first time she graced him with a performance.

With a gentle clench of his fist, Waylen felt a fleeting sense of unease.

It wasn't because the piano produced a subpar sound; rather, he sensed that Rena was struggling. Her playing did not possess the same level of proficiency as before

Perhaps she had not fully recovered, he speculated.

As Rena concluded her performance, he softly called out to her, “Rena!”

At the sound of his voice, Rena's body froze momentarily.

However, she composed herself and turned her head, maintaining an air of calmness.

“Mr. Fowler?" Her tone was courteous, as if she were addressing an ordinary acquaintance.

Waylen surveyed his surroundings.

He found himself surrounded by mostly elderly people, their hair now turned white, all casting curious gazes in his direction

Waylen, speaking with a gentle tone, expressed, "May I have a moment alone with you?"

Finally, Rena obliged and led him to the tea room.

Inside a quaint wooden cottage, a grand French window adorned with an abundance of blooming flowers and Lush plants caught their attention

With a dignified presence, Waylen settled into his seat.

Rena gracefully poured a cup of tea for him and casually remarked, "We don't have fine coffee or wine here. Black tea is our finest offering.