Chapter 900

“You really think that?” Ethan looked at Charlotte in surprise, as if her words were foreign to him.

Her voice was unusually gentle. “No one has the right to blame you. And your parents… they would never have blamed you either.

The red in Ethan’s eyes deepened. Charlotte wrapped his hand carefully in a tissue.

Then she rose and bowed slightly toward the headstone, before extending her hand toward him.

“Now isn’t the time to blame yourself. You came to see them, which is rare. What you should do is talk to them from your heart. I’ll wait for you.”

Ethan’s gaze met hers-calm, steady, warm.

He paused for a few seconds, then slowly lifted his uninjured hand to grasp hers. Charlotte gave a little support, helping him to his feet.

Seeing him rise, she finally let out a small sigh of relief.

Not long after, Ethan stepped out of the cemetery. Charlotte’s figure stood ahead, bathed in the gentle warmth of the afternoon

sun, a soft glow surrounding her.

Ethan felt an

do you

reach for her, Charlotte had already turned and walked toward

nodded.

way home, he was even quieter than before. Charlotte was utterly exhausted; after a night of

woke again, dusk had fallen. She jolted upright, realizing she was

ajar. Hearing a noise from the room, Ethan’s voice came quietly. “Sleep

down at herself-she had slept fully clothed. It had been a surprisingly

you

asleep. It’s the same wherever you sleep. And I’m the

with pills and a water cup neatly placed on the coffee table. He had made do in the living room for

twitched. The time

if you want,”

to carry the first-aid kit back to the sofa made her

beside him, taking the kit, and carefully disinfected

the next few

noticed her absorbed gaze, only coming back to himself once she

“Mm.”

but he called

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