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."

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

room, Justin felt 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 separate

in his ears, pulling at his nerves, and his forehead was slick

in his tracks and

in his wheelchair, smiling faintly as he

like to speak with you

fists tightly,

went up to the

but winter had arrived. The cold

physique, nonetheless felt a chill

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

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

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