Whatever reactions Asa and Walker had, they were no longer relevant to Annie and me.
Far away in G City, there were now two happy and beautiful wealthy women.
Happy times always pass quickly, and before we knew it, we had been in G City for three years.
At this moment, Annie and I were enjoying life in a private room at a nightclub.
A group of handsome male models surrounded us, singing and dancing, making it seem like some kind of boy band audition was happening.
Annie said, "Look at that one, doesn't he look a bit like Asa?"
I was startled, then rolled my eyes. "Not at all, that one looks more like Walker!"
After the joke, a dark cloud passed through my mind.
In these three years, Asa had been completely silent.
News about Walker came every now and then.
He had knelt to apologize to the Petty family at Annie's funeral.
He established a charity fund named after Annie;
After Annie's departure, Walker, who had never touched alcohol, started drinking heavily and was taken away by ambulance multiple times.
And Asa, he had given no news whatsoever.
I should have been happy, this meant that I was indeed an insignificant substitute to him, and my death meant nothing.
But for some reason, there was always a sense of unease gnawing at me.
Fortunately, the two mixed-race models by my side were good at reading the atmosphere and quickly stepped forward to show off their talents. "Sister, our pectoral muscles can move, you decide who moves faster."
I was intrigued. "Alright, I'll be fair and impartial."
Annie rolled her eyes at me. "Crass."
She turned to the male model and said, "Come on, give me your hand. Let's compare sizes."
Me: "Boring."
In these three years, the emptiness that came with having too much money to spend led Annie to become obsessed with mysticism.
Astrology, tarot cards there was nothing she didn't dabble in.
Closest to Annie was a boy with nice features.
Annie rarely let a male model stay by her side for more than three days, but this boy had been by her side for three whole months.
The boy's name was Van Franco, and he was a top student at a nearby university.
It was said that his father had gone bankrupt and owed a lot of debt, which was why he came here to earn tuition fees by keeping people company while they drank.
Van was very handsome, with a cool demeanor, always wearing a white shirt and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.
He did resemble a younger version of Walker.
But Van was different from Walker. When Annie held his hand, Van's face turned bright red.
He didn't dare to look at Annie, his pale skin turning pink.
"Daring," Van said softly. "Can you help me with something?"
It was Annie. Annie said, "Do you need money?"
"This is..." "Not that." Van hurriedly said, lowering his head and pointing outside the nightclub, where a few young girls were sitting.
Van said that there was a rich girl from their school who was chasing him relentlessly.
He didn't want to agree, wanting to focus on his studies, but the girl didn't believe him and waited for him outside the nightclub every day after his shift.
Van asked Annie if she could pretend to be his girlfriend to make the girl give up.
It was Annie. Annie said, "Piece of cake."
She stood up and casually linked arms with Van.
Van's face turned even redder.
They walked together toward the rich second-generation girl.
Initially, they were negotiating normally, but soon a group of people were inexplicably tussling.
The rich second-generation girl, likely drunk, started crying and shouting, pointing at Annie and yelling at Van, "How could she be serious about you? A person like her only knows how to toy with your emotions! I'm the one who truly loves you!"
As everyone knows, watching drama unfold is one of human nature's traits.
Even the DJ stopped spinning records, joining the customers in watching the spectacle.
I was originally sipping my milk, watching from a distance with great interest.
But suddenly, a chill ran down my spine.
I couldn't pinpoint exactly what I saw, it was more like an eerie feeling.
Grabbing Annie's and my bags, I rushed toward Annie.
Annie was still acting diligently, holding Van's hand tightly and telling the girl, "Whether you believe it or not, I'm serious about Van.
I really love him, and I want to marry him."
After saying this, suddenly, Annie froze.
Her spine stiffened section by section.
The lights flickered on and off, and she saw a figure in the distance staring at her without blinking.
Everything fell silent.
