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."

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

hospital room, Justin felt like his steps were floating, as if

each step, and his

go our separate

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

tracks and turned

sat in his wheelchair, smiling

to speak

tightly, enduring the pain.

went up to

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

remarkable physique, nonetheless felt a chill

air in Savrow is so refreshing. There's nothing like being home," Grant said as he took a deep breath. He coughed lightly, perhaps from

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

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