Vincent kept asking why. He buried his head in his arms and tore at his hair, yelling desperately, "Why? Why?!"

Rosalie patted his back, not knowing what to say to comfort him.

Not all pain could be soothed with mere words.

He had lost a kin, and in such a terrible way. No one would be able to bear it. If it had happened to herself, she would have broken down, too.

Vincent suddenly reached out to pull Rosalie into his arms and lock her in a tight embrace.

Rosalie was frightened. She anxiously held her palms against his broad shoulders in a bid to push him away.

Just then, Vincent pleaded in her ear, "Don't move. Let me hug you like this just for a while. Please."

Rosalie sighed inwardly.

back and said, "This isn't your fault. It's all the fault of those villains. I trust Youngie wouldn't blame you, either. She'd want you to treasure the present and live every day to the fullest. She wouldn't want you to be in pain

memories of the past and living

and regret were etched on his face and sorrow and helplessness filled his eyes. He was drowning inside and unable to save himself. Rosalie could hear him trying to choke

pain. He was trying to

you for saving me. Whether you were treating

I didn't take you as Youngie, I would have

with all seriousness, "I can't stand seeing women

each other in silence, a mix of

Vincent's pain. Perhaps she was just filled with empathy

on the floor. Let me help you

steps, more from

helped him

fell upon the house as

moon's rays shone on

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