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    When the shooting was over, Corrine ended up as the winner once more.


    “How about we watch the fireworks?” Nate asked.


    “Fireworks?” Corrine asked, surprised. She hadn’t heard anything about it before.


    Nate’s thumb lightly brushed over her swollen lips. “Ast-minute idea. Are you interested?”


    Not wanting to let Nate down, Corrine paused briefly before nodding. “Let’s go.”


    They walked hand in hand to the rooftop.


    Nate exchanged a nce with Matias, who immediately understood and gave the signal.


    At the right moment, the fireworks shot into the sky.


    Vivid shes of color filled the night, creating a brief but stunning disy before fading like smoke blown by the wind.


    The showsted forty-eight minutes and ended at 8:21 PM with the words, “Happy Birthday.”


    The final message revealed it wasn’t from Nate but from “everyone who loves you.”


    Though the fireworks were brief, they stirred a rush of emotions in Corrine that she couldn’t shake.


    Her throat felt tight, as if something heavy was stuck there, making it hard to speak. A wave of emotion washed over her, and her nose tingled, threatening to bring tears.


    It turned out it wasn’t just her imagination. Nate had indeed gone out of his way to lift her spirits.


    It wasn’t just because it was her birthday. He also knew today marked her mother’s memorial day.


    He chose this gesture to celebrate her birthday, including her mother’s blessings with the message, “everyone who loves you.”


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    Corrine stood there, frozen, her eyes fixed on the dark sky.


    Noticing something was off, Nate’s brow furrowed slightly. He gently took her cold fingers in his, a rare look of concern in his deep eyes.


    “What’s wrong?”


    Didn’t most girls love surprises? Why was Corrine acting like this?


    Corrine lowered her eyes, her gaze a little red. After a long silence, she slowly stepped closer and rested her head against Nate’s chest. Her voice was quiet and soft. “Today is my birthday, and it’s also my mom’s memorial day.”


    Nate’s hand gently brushed through her hair, his voice tender. “I know.”


    At his words, Corrine couldn’t hold back the tears anymore.


    She didn’t cry loudly. She bit her lip and let the tears fall quietly, like an obedient child trying not to make a scene.


    Yet, it hurt Nate to see her like that.


    He didn’t say anything tofort her but instead rubbed her back with his hand, trying to calm her down.


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