When There Is Nothing Left But Love

I had no idea whether he could understand everything I said, but I stared at him and continued, “Camelia is a really nice girl. If you look at her closely, you’ll discover that you’ve missed out on a lot in the past few years. When I was very young, I loved eating rock candy, but I could only have them once a month. Sometimes, my grandmother even forbade me from eating it. Since my craving went unsatisfied, I hankered after rock candy every single second of every day.

“Back then, the pumpkin pie my grandmother made was exceedingly delicious. But because I got to eat it every time I craved it, I didn’t find it delicious anymore as time passed. “After that, when I slowly grew up, I could buy rock candy myself when I had pocket money.

At that time, I was very excited and bought several sticks at one go. However, I got sick of it just after eating two sticks. Actually, things we often yearn for are not necessarily what we truly want. Reflecting back on it now, the most delicious thing in my memories isn’t the rock candy, but pumpkin pie. Alas, my grandmother is no longer here, so the taste could only remain in my memories.”

Marcus’ eyes were fixed intently on me. The bridge of his nose appeared high and his black eyes increasingly profound—perhaps because he had grown thinner. “Scarlett, my feelings for you have never been as simple as mere yearning because I couldn’t have you. “Do you still remember how you were when you first came to White residence? Back then, you didn’t talk much. You were very quiet—always silent with a faint smile on your face.

My mother privately told me that a girl like you is very gentle. At that time, I didn’t find anything good about a gentle girl. Later, when we were by the pond, you pushed me in. Now that I think about it, I’ve forgotten how cold the water was. The only thing I remember is your expression, and it remains vivid in my mind.

Although you were angry, you were very beautiful. “When I carried you out of the warehouse, you were covered in blood. You’ve probably forgotten about it, but you clutched at me tightly, insisting persistently and stubbornly that I save the child. Your expression back then was truly distressing. At that time, I felt that Ashton Fuller wasn’t worthy of you since he couldn’t protect you.”

I pursed my lips and dipped my head slightly. The past was too overwhelming to me that they

child after it was born, and it already took form. Afraid

the beginning, but when I later realized it, I kept you company every single night. As time went by, you’d sit beside me and take my hand, asking me to close my eyes and sleep

days were the happiest I’d ever been in my entire life. You always covered me with a blanket when you woke up in the middle of the night. “Sometimes, you’d go into the kitchen when you woke up in the morning,

tried making it myself, but I just couldn’t get the same taste as the ones you made me. You said there are no ifs in your

I looked at him. The past then flashed across my mind. All of a sudden, a wave of sorrow flooded me. I couldn’t deny that I indeed owed him so much

own life. Time and again, he saved me from sure death although I ruthlessly pushed him away every single

confronted with him, I couldn’t even bring myself to say a simple utterance of thanks or apology. That was too trivial, and I

apology to him. After a long moment of silence, I