Three years passed in the blink of an eye.
Daniel's mind still wandered, time and again, to that fleeting moment when he met the young foreign girl called Lyla. He didn't know why—he just found himself thinking about it subconsciously. Over time, the thoughts didn't fade… but he learned to keep them under control.
He no longer bothered with love. He left it all in God's hands, simply too tired to chase after women.
If a lady chose to marry him someday—then so be it. But he wouldn't keep breaking himself over it anymore.
Now, he had a stable job that brought him income enough for contentment. Everything was going well.
He had no health issues. No chaos. Life was peaceful.
And yet… he couldn't stop thinking of her.
"To think I'm still thinking about someone I only met once… a stranger," Daniel muttered, shaking his head as he made his way to the fridge to grab a drink and calm his restless thoughts.
