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."

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

out of the hospital room, Justin felt like his steps were floating, as if he were walking on clouds, completely detached from

stronger with each

go our separate

ears, pulling at his nerves, and his forehead was slick with cold sweat. "Justin."

stopped in his tracks and turned his

wheelchair, smiling faintly as

to speak with

clenched his fists tightly, enduring the

brothers went up to the

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

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

a deep breath. He coughed lightly, perhaps from inhaling too much cold air. His face

want to talk about?" Justin stood beside him, his ink-black eyes gazing into the distance." The wind is strong

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