There were seven of them, four men and three women. All of them were dressed up in strange and exaggerated clothes.

The tallest man was thin, around 1.8 meters high. He was shorter than Harrison, but taller than Cheryl. He had colorful hair. Chewing gum, wearing smoky eye makeup, he put his arms around Cheryl's shoulder. Raising his chin at Harrison, he asked in a flirtatious tone, "Hey, Cheryl! Isn't this your fiance? Why is he wearing such ordinary clothes? What? Is he short of money? Well, actually you can tell me the truth and don't feel embarrassed! I am super rich and I don't mind giving some money to him to buy some suits."

Cheryl grunted. She wiped off his arm around her shoulders with an unhappy face and then walked inside. Her high heels clicked on the floor and caused clear sounds.

Harrison didn't make any response to the man. He chose to ignore them. He shouldn't waste his time dealing with these stupid irrelevant people. Meanwhile, he knew that Cheryl grew angry. But still, he just followed behind her slowly. He was not in a rush to comfort her. Or he did not care whether she was being angry at all.

It was a bit cold inside the shopping mall. Despite the coolness, it was not comfortable. The cool air was mixed with all kinds of smells; the sweat, the perfumes, smells of food, etc. The air was locked inside the building and no fresh air could blow through. It was annoying.

Harrison walked behind Cheryl, a few meters between them. She walked into a jewelry shop and then Harrison also followed inside. She chose many jewels and had them well wrapped by the staff. With various bags in her hands, she raised her chin at Harrison and demanded arrogantly, "It's time for you to pay."

Harrison smiled again. He paid all of them with his credit card. Holding those gift bags in his hands, he walked behind Cheryl.

Women liked to go shopping. They liked clothes, high heels, beautiful dresses, expensive cosmetics. They would buy them one after another even though they had already bought a lot. That was the nature of most women.

Cheryl was no exception, especially she was born in a rich and prominent family. She had been going shopping for several hours and bought lots of things. Every time she harvested something, she would throw it to Harrison. Men were supposed to hold these bags for women when they were shopping. Now, Harrison was all a mess. He lost his demeanor thanks to those bags hung on his hands.

Yes, Cheryl did it on purpose.

Harrison did not say anything. He just let her do everything she wanted.

This was a farewell date. He would be gentle and nice to her no matter how unreasonable she was.

Despite the cool air, Harrison sweated all over.

Cheryl still liked him. Yes, she liked him but not loved him. So she did not have the heart to see him in such a mess. She said in a cold tone, "I'm hungry now. I want to eat something."

Harrison smiled. He replied with a soft voice, "Yes, sure. There is a new restaurant opposite the street. Do you want to give it a try?"

Cheryl was very pleased with his response. She happily wrapped her arm around his and smiled. "What's the star-rating?"

Being the daughter of a political family, she would not go to a bad restaurant.

"Five stars."

Yes, a five star was good enough for her to agree to go. She gladly accepted it.

They had to pass an over bridge on their way to the restaurant. Heatwaves haunted the outside world. A foundation was spraying happily, creating various shapes of water. It was quite beautiful. However, it could not bring any coolness to ease the feeling of heat.

A street singer was singing. His voice was sad, so were the lyrics. Many passersby could not help turning their eyes at him when they passed by. He was a sad, talented singer.

"When I was young, I'd listen to the radio;

Waiting for my favorite songs.

When they played I'd sing along,

It made me smile.

Those were such happy times…"

Cheryl was also attracted by his voice. She was so touched that her eyes turned red. She walked towards the singer and put one thousand dollars in the box in front of the singer. She then stood there for a long time until the song was over. Even though, she was still reluctant to leave.

Harrison stood in the shadow, looking at the two with his light blue eyes, thinking about something.

The singer had fair skin. It was an unhealthy color. He had slim and slender fingers. He looked very cool when he played the guitar. With such a sad song, such a heartbroken voice, he was such a poor and attractive artist.

Cheryl felt like she was unable to move. Staring at him with her wet eyes, she felt complex feelings surging in her heart. She felt sour yet sweet. Somehow, she got a lump in her throat. When the song finished, she wiped off her tears and applauded. "It's wonderful!"

The singer let out a sad smile. Then he packed up his guitar and box before he left.

The smile on Harrison's face widened.

Would they end up with the same result when they met earlier than they did in the past life? Harrison pondered.