CHAPTER 40

keroli POV 

"A little while ago, there was a loud noise, like something bursting from outside. So, when I went outside the mall to check, I saw..."

Ken's words draw my full attention as I listen carefully.

"...there were a lot of food items placed outside, all labeled 'For Keroli,'" he finishes.

Hearing this, I'm stunned. A wave of shock runs through me as I try to process what he just said. 

How could this be? Who would send so many things just for me? The thought seems impossible, and I find myself at a loss for words.

"Are you sure you're not mistaken? Maybe someone else's name is also Keroli," I ask, my voice filled with doubt.

After all, I don't know anyone who would send me anything. 

How could I believe that someone actually sent something with my name written on it? It seems too strange to be true.