Zayla, who was drunk, had already been in a daze, and she nodded without thinking.
Lincoln's smile widened, and his deep eyes lit up with a light that only belonged to Zayla.
The beam of light was called "sweetheart".
Suddenly, a meteor streaked past.
"Meteor! Make a wish!"
Even though Zayla staggered, she raised her hand as soon as possible. She quickly crossed her hands and wrapped her right hand with her left hand, ready to make a wish.
But the next second, she released her hand and shook her head lightly.
"I won't make a wish. It won't come true." She was very sure but also very upset.
He lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice, "You haven't made a wish yet. How do you know it won't come true?"
Zayla shook her head.
"I made a wish in the past and told it my only wish, but it still hasn't come true..."
"The man who saved me will never like me. Simon doesn't like me. It hurts so much.