The only time Bella softened her heart without hesitation was for him.

Justin's handsome face paled, and his star-like eyes were clouded with complex emotions-dark, conflicted.

With a deep gaze, Grant bent down to pick up the bouquet from the floor. Maneuvering his wheelchair to the coffee table, he carefully placed the lilies into the vase, one by one.

"Throwing these flowers away would be a shame. They're still quite beautiful," Grant said with his back to the two, his lips curling into an unreadable smile.

Seeing Bella close her eyes, Justin's voice turned hoarse. "Get some good rest."

After speaking, he turned and walked toward the door, his steps mechanical.

"Justin." She called out to him.

The man paused but did not turn around.

"From now on, we'll go our separate ways. We have no ties anymore."

her voice remained cold and resolute. "You don't need to force yourself to see me anymore. I won't want to see

felt like his steps were floating, as if he

each step, and his vision

go our separate

and his forehead

tracks

his wheelchair, smiling faintly

like to speak

clenched his fists tightly,

brothers went up

cold wind cut through the collars and sleeves

a former soldier with a remarkable physique, nonetheless felt a chill creeping through his

a

want to talk about?" Justin stood beside him, his ink-black eyes gazing into the distance." The wind is strong here. You're in poor health, so you

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