Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 1548

The more tenderly he treated her, the more she was haunted by the memory of his parents' deaths and her role as the transgressor.She had stolen their lives, shattering his once-blissful childhood.

Yet he never broached the subject of his parents‘ demise in her presence, fearing it would distress her.

They both avoided the topic, but that did not mean it ceased to exist.

April's embrace graced the park, casting vibrant scenery and rejuvenating air all around.

As Gilbert held her hand, guiding her along the cobblestone path with few passersby, she felt a wave of comfort she had once yearned for but believed unattainable.

Now that she had it, her heart could never return to the innocence it once knew.She had grown reticent, often relying on Gilbert to initiate conversations.

He would ask, and she would respond.He never found it tiresome and treated her with the same delicate attention as one would a first love.

As twilight enveloped them and a cool breeze kissed their skin, Gilbert slipped off his suit jacket, draping it gently over her shoulders.

Clasping her hand with conviction, he smiled warmly.

affairs this week, I'll

devotion.Kisa gazed

a fragile smile graced her pale,

"Okay."

been ages since she last smiled, and it

a newfound brightness, no longer burdened by

southern landscape is breathtaking; I know you'll fall in love with it.If you

of the city and the tormenting memories that pursued

waist.She remained silent, simply closing her eyes and nestling into his comforting embrace.She chose not to dwell on anything

in the bathroom gradually faded, leaving a captivating silhouette dancing on the semi-transparent glass

for a glass of cool water on the bedside table, downing it in one gulp, yet the lingering heat still clung

opened, Kisa stepped out,

pale cheeks now glowed with a rosy

to her shoulders, had only been patted down with a towel before she moved to climb

rising to retrieve a hairdryer

you sleep, or you'll get a

squeezed the water from her hair, remaining silent.It was not that she did not want to dry it; her hair was long, and

hairdryer resonated through the room as his gentle hand worked through