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Emilin died a tragically sad death in her first life, if you could call it a life at all.

No friends, no family, no ambition, no desire, no emotions.

NOTHING. BUT this time, she was determined to live her life to the FULLEST!

Emilin: [Who am I even?]

DOTING BIG BROTHERS: [Bah! Who else but our cutest little sister?]

LOVING PARENTS: [Ah! Our little angel of course.]

OTHER CLASSMATES: [Who is this ice queen? So cool!]

BEST FRIENDS: [Why is this so-called 24/7 ice face so clingy. But she’s too cute when she’s pouting! You’re our adorable little cinnamon roll.]

HANDSOME ML: [Yeah, why are you so cling to them? Come be clingy with me! You are mine, as much as I am yours.]

BUSINESS PARTNERS: [Who the fuck are you talking about? Surely, we do not speak of the same person! You are the little devil that descended from the 7 heavens, our little ancestor.]

To Live Again, For the First Time!

That was right. It was Noah who made this order, not Mason, not the employees, not anyone else, but Noah himself. The one and only.

Once the waiter left their table, still confounded, everyone started cheering as they chattered.

"Wow! Too cool!" One of the females on the second table said, clearly astonished.

"This check is really no longer in the 10 thousand range, what the heck?" Someone said as he flipped through the thick menu that the waiter had left there.

Honestly, who even uses the word suave anymore?

"Hey, just who is he trying to impress here?"

One of the male staff members (Mason's employee not the restaurant's employee) gave Noah's table a repulsed glare, but his smile, which just couldn't be rubbed off his face betrayed him.

"But still, isn't this a little too much?"

Dinner Pt III: (Eat it all okay?~)