With a doting smile on her face, Myra said jokingly, "Of course. You are so noisy that I can't forget you."
Hearing that, Farrar choked and said in an obviously dissatisfied voice, "Sister, I will be sad if you say that!"
"Well, I'm just kidding." After chatting with him for a while, Myra asked him about his further study and his future plan.
Farrar answered all her questions one by one.
Myra was a little surprised. He had grown up a lot in the past few years. He must have suffered a lot abroad alone.
Myra and Evelyn were at the same age, while Farrar was three
undisguised smile on his face.
An hour later, with a casual suit and sneakers, and a ponytail casually tied, Myra appeared in the bar with a youthful look.
The light in the bar was flickering, and the music was mild, not deafening.
At the first glance, Myra saw two long tables in the floor area for odd were put together, and a group of young men and women were sitting around. The atmosphere was very warm.
She looked for the figure in her memory.
Then he saw a young man surrounded by a crowd of people. He had a gentle temperament and his eyebrows were clean.