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."

remained cold and resolute. "You don't need to force yourself

like his steps were floating, as if he were walking on clouds, completely detached from

with each step, and his vision blurred, then cleared,

our

ears, pulling at his nerves, and his forehead was slick with cold

tracks

wheelchair, smiling faintly as

like to speak with

his fists tightly, enduring

went up to the

sunny afternoon, but winter had arrived. The cold wind cut

physique, nonetheless

like being home," Grant said as he took a deep breath. He coughed lightly, perhaps

into the distance." The wind is strong

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