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The little girl said to her father, "I hope everything will be fine in the fall. I've never been to first grade before, only kindergarten. I don't know what kids do in elementary school... maybe homework."
"You'll be fine."
Listening to the conversation between the father and daughter, Gwen felt a little sad. She could always empathize with the pain of strangers.
"What's wrong?"
After paying for his book and leaving the bookstore, Peter noticed Gwen's unusual behavior and asked her quietly.
"It's nothing. I just thought about some unpleasant things."
Gwen forced a smile at Peter.
Harry was still at the counter, and Peter looked at the father and daughter walking away, slowly realizing why Gwen's mood had shifted.
"They'll be fine," Peter comforted her.
Gwen gave Peter a look as though she could predict the future before turning her attention to the crowd outside.
With some frustration, she said to Peter, "I'm not letting other people's problems affect me. It's just that I once had a dream."
"What dream?" Peter asked, curious.
"It's hard to explain. It was a bit strange. In the dream, I had a daughter who looked a lot like that girl just now. As for how she came into my life... maybe I found her in the grass."
Gwen glanced at Peter sheepishly, too embarrassed to admit that Peter might be the father.
As Gwen spoke, she recalled her mother telling her that when a woman wanted a child, she could go out to the grass and pick one up.
She realized she had made a silly promise never to lie to Peter again, but here she was, lying using her mother's story.
"Oh." Peter replied, then fell silent.
As Gwen grew flustered, Peter asked her, "Is she cute?"
"Of course. She's the cutest girl I've ever seen. She has green eyes, and she's very strong."
Peter looked at Gwen in surprise.
Although he wanted to ask if the daughter was his, he chose not to press further, considering Gwen's emotions. Instead, he asked, "What's her last name?"
"I don't remember... maybe Parker, maybe something else."
Gwen coughed, deliberately avoiding Peter's gaze.
Peter couldn't help but wonder, his mind spinning.
Is Gwen going to have a child with him too?
Why did I say 'also'?
Gwen adjusted her emotions and said, "When I woke up, it felt really uncomfortable, as if I truly lost her. I know it sounds weird for a high school student to say this, but maybe in some parallel universe, there really is such a scenario."
Peter didn't respond.
It seemed like Gwen in this parallel universe had met a tragic end.
It was better not to mention it to her.
"Dreams are subconscious projections," Peter said gently. "Maybe you had that dream because you like little girls."
"Do I like little girls?" Gwen thought for a moment. She didn't hate the idea.
If it were Peter and his daughter, maybe she would like it even more.
As a strange atmosphere settled between them, Harry walked out of the bookstore, a book in hand.
The earlier topic made Gwen a bit uncomfortable. To ease the tension, she said to Harry, "I hope everything goes well for you in Chicago, Harry."
"No."
"No? Why not?" Gwen asked, surprised.
Harry looked up with a sad expression. "I'm scared."
"Scared? What are you afraid of, Harry? You're not afraid of airplanes, are you?"
"No."
Harry continued, "I don't know what I'm afraid of. Yesterday, I dreamt I went to my father's cemetery, and the gravekeeper opened the coffin, but it was empty. Then I dreamt I came home and saw my father's bed was empty, but there was dirt on it."
Listening to Harry's description, Gwen felt a chill and suddenly recalled the Bible: "Lazarus, come out."
"For the first time in weeks, I remember the dream I had after my father died. When I woke up, I found pine needles at the foot of the bed. Maybe it was from my pets, but I always think of it as something bad."
Gwen felt goosebumps as she listened to Harry's story.
"It was just a dream," Peter said to Harry, trying to comfort him.
He spoke in a warm, sincere tone. "These dreams will pass."
Gwen looked at Peter and thought, that's not what you said about me just now.
Harry said, "Maybe I've been under a lot of stress lately. I never realized managing a company would be so tough. If I could, I'd really want the three of us to always be together."
"Just for a short while, Harry..." Gwen replied.
"Maybe you can solve it in a few days, or wait until the holidays. Then Peter and I can come visit you, and we'll figure out what to do next, like spending Christmas together or traveling."
Harry still looked uneasy, but he quickly adjusted his mood. He exhaled and said, "Thank you. I hope we can meet again soon."
They exchanged a few more words before the announcement urged passengers to board the plane.
Harry waved goodbye, hugged them both, and walked toward the departure gate.
Gwen watched Harry leave, feeling down. "I hope Harry gets better. It would be great if the three of us could go back to the way things were."
Although she said this, she knew that since Norman Osborn's death, their relationships would never be the same again.
The line began moving forward, people heading toward the plane.
The airport grew more crowded.
At the same time, Tony Stark of Stark Industries changed his boarding pass and entered the plane through the VIP channel.
Stark Industries had its own private jet, but it was currently grounded for maintenance. Therefore, Tony was taking a commercial flight to the headquarters of Wallen Mining Group.
Though he could have easily chartered a private jet, he always felt uneasy without his own pilot and flight attendants.
Maybe it's because I'm used to the flight attendants on my plane?
Tony, wearing sunglasses, scanned the crowd while lost in thought.
He made no effort to hide, and his flashy presence immediately drew attention.
Gwen spotted Tony amidst the crowd.
"He's like a peacock with its tail spread wide. He always acts like he's showing off something, even though he's clearly very wealthy."
Gwen couldn't help but complain to Peter.
As soon as Tony appeared, the atmosphere in the airport shifted, becoming noisy.
A few figures in the crowd took sneaky positions.
Peter sensed their malicious intent as they arrived.
But he had no intention of getting involved.
"Let's go," Peter said to Gwen. "Didn't you want me to explain what happened between me and Teacher Helen the other night?"
Gwen suddenly remembered that important conversation.
"Sure, maybe we can find a café."
Just as Gwen finished speaking, an unsettling scream pierced the air, silencing the bustling airport for a moment.
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