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."

nearly tearing it, but her voice remained cold and resolute. "You don't need

the hospital room, Justin felt like his steps were floating, as if he were walking on

pounding in his head grew stronger with each step, and his vision blurred, then

our

his forehead was slick with cold sweat. "Justin." A gentle voice came

stopped in his tracks and

in his wheelchair,

speak

tightly, enduring

went up

a sunny afternoon, but winter had arrived. The cold wind cut through the collars

physique, nonetheless felt a chill creeping through

so refreshing. There's nothing like being home," Grant said as he took a deep breath. He coughed lightly, perhaps from inhaling too much cold air. His face

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

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