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

of the hospital room, Justin felt like his steps

in his head grew stronger with each step, and

go our separate

in his ears, pulling at his nerves, and his forehead was slick with cold sweat. "Justin." A gentle voice came

stopped in his tracks and turned

his wheelchair, smiling

speak

fists tightly,

two brothers went up

had arrived. The cold wind cut through the collars and sleeves

with a remarkable physique, nonetheless felt a chill creeping

is 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

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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