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."

fingers clutched the bedsheet tightly, nearly tearing it, but her voice remained cold and resolute. "You don't need to force yourself to see me anymore. I won't want to

walked out of the hospital room, Justin felt like his steps were floating, as if he

in his head grew stronger with each step,

our

ears, pulling at his nerves, and his forehead was slick with cold sweat. "Justin." A gentle voice came from

his tracks

in his wheelchair, smiling faintly as he

to speak with you

fists tightly, enduring the pain.

brothers went up

afternoon, but winter had arrived. The cold wind cut through the collars and sleeves of their

physique, nonetheless felt a chill creeping through his

so refreshing. There's nothing like being home," Grant said as he took a deep breath.

eyes gazing into the distance." The wind is

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