To the Love of My Life

In fact, after retweeting, Ruby had completely forgotten about it, until three days later, her Twitter was suddenly filled with mentions. She opened it, puzzled, only to discover that she had actually won the prize. Many people who wanted to win had left congratulatory, envious, and jealous comments under the tweet.

Ruby blinked in disbelief, refreshed her Twitter several times, and made sure it was her who had been tagged by the event organizer before she sent her name, address, and contact information as instructed.

After sending it, she received a reply: “Ok, we will arrange for shipment this afternoon, and you should receive it in approximately 2-3 days. The tracking number is…”

Only then did Ruby fully confirm that she had really won the prize and was not dreaming.

As for the baby stroller, Ruby truly liked it, which was why she shared the tweet. She hadn’t held out much hope of winning, so when she actually did win, she was exceptionally delighted, which led her to post an excited tweet.

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After a twelve-hour long flight, Steve Burton arrived at Angria Airport, Lilliput. Upon exiting the VIP passage, he immediately saw the blonde-haired, blue-eyed lady sent by the American client holding up a sign with his name.

Steve got into the airport pickup car and Ms. Taylor, who was accompanying him on the business trip, immediately took out her iPad and began briefing him on the itinerary for the next few days in Lilliput.

As Steve listened, he somewhat boredly took out his phone, only to realize he hadn’t turned it on since landing.

Upon turning it on, several text messages popped up. After quickly scanning them, Steve saw that there was nothing important and habitually opened Twitter. He immediately saw Ruby’s tweet: “Ahhh, I won the prize! Such good luck!” followed by several excited emojis.

Although he couldn’t see the excited expression on Ruby’s face, he could still sense her happiness through her tweet.

Instantly, Steve’s spirit brightened and the fatigue from the long flight faded. The corners of his eyes relaxed with his improved mood.

It was 10 a.m. local time and he had a meeting with the American client at 11. After arriving at the hotel, Steve took a bath, changed into clean clothes, then picked up his phone and glanced at Twitter. He saw that Ruby had posted an update: “Wuuu… I just slept for less than an hour and was woken up by hunger. Having to feed three people, I’m really drunk…” followed by a row of crying emojis.

Steve checked the time: it was 10:50 a.m. in Lilliput and 10:50 p.m. in Ciawell, almost 11 p.m.

Steve frowned, and at that moment, there was a knock at his door.

“Come in.” As Steve’s words settled, Secretary Ms. Taylor pushed the door open and stood in the doorway, smiling: “Mr. Burton, the meeting is about to begin.”