Chapter 95 Can You Not Forget Him

• She wore a light beige trench coat, a silk scarf transitioning from deep purple to light violet draped around her fair neck. A dark green fitted top complemented her gray miniskirt, while black stockings clung to her slender legs. At her feet, she sported twelve-centimeter-high boots, and her long hair danced with the wind. A faint smile graced her face, and she exuded elegance and allure.
• As she walked down the street, many whistled in admiration, yet she remained unaffected as if not noticing the attention.
• Josephine entered a café to indulge in her afternoon tea. Her preferred order was a cup of coffee accompanied by a slice of tiramisu cake. Each time, she would spend an hour here, watching the constant stream of people outside and the expanse of the sky. The clear sky held a sense of optimism for her future, a symbol of hope she embraced after overcoming her trials.