Justin Battleson lowered his gaze.
"Back then, Aunt Watson told me that before my mother died, she said I should never get involved with perfume and that I shouldn't be too aggressive in front of others."
At this point, Charlotte paused, a forced smile playing on her lips.
"Mom also said not to let men deceive me, but just like her, I still ended up encountering a jerk."
Charlotte tilted her face upward.
"How come both my mom and I have such bad taste in men?"
Hearing this, Justin's expression froze.
Charlotte turned in Justin's arms, then wrapped her hands around his neck.
"But luckily I met you, or else my love life would have truly been a failure."
Justin tightened his embrace.
He too had once done things that made Charlotte sad.
"Charlotte, I'm sorry..."
But before Justin could finish, Charlotte had already lifted her head and kissed his lips.
...
Latter on, the two of them went to the kindergarten to pick up the children together.
