999 Tries Still Not His Girl novel Chapter 38

Chapter 3

Quinten stared at me while speaking.

It seemed like waiting for me to give in.

When I agreed, would you accompany me to dye my hair and grow it long again?

But I just looked back at him indifferently.

“Go.”

“Anyway, there were only ten days left.”

Quinten remained silent and turned to step into the darkness of the night.

Never looked back again.

Seven days before the wedding.

I went to a tattoo shop in the outskirts of the city.

The boss’s wife was in her thirties, well–maintained, but with a world–weary look in her eyes.

She looked at me and asked, “What are you thinking about?”

I rolled up my sleeves and pointed at the QK on my wrist bone, revealing the gardenia below my collarbone.

“Washed it all away.”

The boss’s wife took a glance and said, “It would be painful to wash it off, and it would leave a scar.”

I smiled and said, “I’m not afraid.”

What I am least afraid of now is pain.

As for the scarring—

I have so many scars all over my body, these two don’t make a difference.

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Moreover, who knows, in another half a year, this body might turn into a pile of ashes.

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The boss’s wife chatted with me, “Did you break up?”

I laughed, “Hmm, it’s coming soon.”

“There were seven days left.”

The boss’s wife clicked her tongue and said, “So

remonious, even breaking up has a countdown?“”

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Maybe it was because the shop was too quiet, or perhaps it was because I got along well with the boss lady, I don’t know why, but the moment I saw her, I felt like we were kindred spirits.

I started talking to her about the past. Back then, when

inten was pursuing me, I gave him a deadline.

Three hundred days.

If he could persevere, I would go with him.

So, Quinten appeared in front of me every morning, counting the days.

“Countdown one hundred and seventy–nine days.”

“Kierra, in ninety–six days, you will be my girlfriend.”

“There was only one day left, my potential girlfriend.”

The boy who persevered through wind and rain for three hundred days to win me over.

But in the following decade.

That time, he was almost killed by someone.

I had decided on Quinten for this lifetime.

But that evening, when I presented my still reddened wrist to Quinten like a precious treasure, he froze.

I was not moved as I had imagined.

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