Spoil My Sweet Window

Chapter 945

For a moment, those who liked frogs and those who didn’t like frogs became silent.

Natalie said,”… What kind of expression is that? It took me a lot of effort to catch it. Isn’t it cute?”

Crystal couldn’t help asking, “Are you going to let Bud raise it?”

“Can’t I?” Natalie looked confused. “I’ve already named it. It’s called Froggy. Isn’t it cute?”

Crystal looked at the frog.

Was it cute?!

Bud calmly closed the box, walked outside, and released the frog. Natalie was furious. “Why did you do that?”

“Good deed.” Bud pressed down on her head. “I don’t need you to give me a birthday present in the future.”

Natalie said, “You doubt my taste!? Forggy is really cute, okay? Look at its big round eyes, its long and slender legs…”

Crystal couldn’t stand it anymore. She pressed Natalie into her pillow and used violent means to shut her up.

Natalie was very angry. She held her arms and said, “What about you? What are you giving Bud? If it’s not better than Froggy, I will really be very angry!”

Crystal took out a wooden box and handed it to Bud. Natalie looked at him eagerly as he opened the box. She saw that there was actually nothing valuable in it. It was just a small wooden sign wearing a

red line, and there were some complicated and obscure words on it.

“I got it from a temple two years ago,” Crystal said, “I heard it was very effective.”

“An amulet?” Natalie asked curiously, “What’s written on it?”

Crystal paused for a moment and said, “To be safe and happy. May all wishes be fulfilled.”

“… Well, I admit that my Froggy lost to you.” Natalie made a gesture of surrender.

Bud looked at the amulet for a long time and said, “Put it on for me.”

Natalie asked, “Brother, is your hand broken?”

Crystal didn’t say anything. She stood up and hung the amulet on his neck. Suddenly, she touched his soft hair with her hand and said, “I hope you will be happy every year.”

Bud was stunned.

That night, Natalie drank a lot of wine and succeeded in getting herself drunk. Bud was too lazy to deal with the drunkard. He went to the balcony to smoke. Crystal helped Natalie into the room. When she came out, she saw the tall and cold back of the man.

The moonlight drew his shadow very long, with a little loneliness for no reason. Crystal stood there and watched for a long time, then slowly walked over, hugged him from behind, and said, “You seem to be very sad today.”

Bud was stunned by this comforting hug. Then he put out the cigarette and said, “It’s windy outside. Let’s g< in and talk.”

“I’m fine.” Crystal put her hand on the railing, and the night wind blew her black hair. She narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at the moon, and said slowly, “You look very sad on your birthday every year.”

“Do I?” Asked Bud.

Crystal turned around and traced the corners of his eyes with her slender fingers. She smiled and said, “Don’t you?” Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

His eyes were filled with loneliness.

“I didn’t celebrate my birthday since I was a child. Before you, only Rain remembered.”

“It’s not a blessing, but a curse.”

She reminded me over and over again that more than 20 years ago, I had no choice but to come to this ugly world.

Crystal’s eyelashes trembled slightly as if she had thought of something. She chuckled and said, “That’s right.”

“Birthday is not a blessing.”

It was a curse