The thunder eventually faded, and large raindrops pattered against the window glass. The howling wind stirred the curtains in a gentle dance, and the night outside was a blur of shadows. She fell asleep quickly in his arms, dreamless and undisturbed, sleeping soundly. He, on the other hand, stayed awake all night, as if reluctant to let these precious moments slip away in sleep. In the morning, Lily got up and looked out the window. The sky, washed clean by the night's rain, was exceptionally clear and blue. She smelled the faint aroma of rice and smiled as she ran out. Ethan, wearing an apron, was busy in the kitchen. The rice cooker simmered with millet porridge, and the frying pan sizzled with sausages and sunny-side-up eggs, the edges of the eggs slightly charred. She playfully flipped them with a fork, pouting, "They look terrible!" Ethan turned off the stove and playfully tweaked her nose, laughing, "If you think my cooking is bad, then you can cook from now on, and I'll just
They continued their journey back to Lorehaven by bus. Approaching their home, Lily mentioned she was thirsty, so Ethan went to a nearby store to buy mineral water. Coming out, he saw Lily standing there, waiting. He playfully called out her name twice, but she didn't respond, standing still, her gaze fixed ahead.Following her gaze, Ethan saw a striking Jaguar parked under a sparse tree. The person in the driver's seat was someone they both knew. The chilly autumn air enveloped them.He went over and took Lily's hand, only then realizing how cold and limp it was. He tried to lead her forward, but she stubbornly refused to move. Her face, even her lips, were pale, her expression as desolate as withered leaves, her eyes filled with despair.Julian Sterling flicked ash off his cigarette, smiling faintly, "Ethan, no matter what, she's with me now.""So what?" Ethan Hart closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.Julian's smile was suave. "You don't mind? Let me tell you, she has a birthmark
Lily held Ethan tightly, not speaking again, just silently shedding tears. Just moments ago, Ethan had tried to explain everything to Mr. and Mrs. Parker, but Henry Parker was too furious to listen, assuming explanations were just excuses, believing where there's smoke, there's fire. He sighed deeply, turning to Lily, "Sweetheart, as long as you break up with him and come home with us, you'll still be my daughter." After all, a child is always a parent's dearest concern, how could they bear to let go? Ethan Hart clutched Lily Parker tightly, the air around them thick with tension. Finally, in a fragile and slow voice, she said, "Dad, we've done nothing wrong. I just want to be with him." It was the first time Lily had ever defied her father so openly. At her words, Henry Parker, overwhelmed with anger, raised his hand high. Ethan quickly shielded her, ready to take the blow for her, but Henry, in the end, couldn't bring himself to strike. Disappointed, the elderly couple left. Lil
Lily Parker always harbored an inexplicable fear of hospitals, with their stark white walls and the pungent smell of disinfectant. The people moving in and out always seemed pale and dazed, as if a white fog enveloped them, leading them astray, changing them forever. Her grandfather was in the late stages of stomach cancer. Towards the end, he couldn't eat and alternated between unconsciousness and pain. Even at her young age, Lily found it terrifying. On his lucid days, he was mostly silent, occasionally looking at her and sighing. Her uncle was infertile, making her the only grandchild. People said her grandfather adored her to the bone, partly because she resembled her grandmother. During those days by his bedside, she often heard him murmur "Blossom," her grandmother's nickname. It was then she first understood what enduring love meant. Eventually, her grandfather didn't survive that winter, as cold as the one now. Her father had just been moved from the emergency room to the IC
She didn't remember how she left the hospital, her entire body numb, moving mechanically forward as if she couldn't even find her direction. It was only when Ethan Hart caught her, "Lily!" that she realized he had never left the hospital. Wiping away her tears, she looked up at him blankly. His eyes were bloodshot, with dark circles underneath, and his cheeks were painfully thin. She felt like crying again. Ethan wanted to embrace her but realized his hands were too cold. He warmed them up before finally taking her hand, asking, "How is your father?" Forcing herself to be strong, she shook her head unconvincingly, "Don't worry, it's all right now." Ethan paused, looking at her complexly, but didn't challenge her words. Instead, he gently pressed his face against her cold cheek, murmuring, "I'm sorry... Lily, I'm sorry, it's my aunt..." He had his suspicions about what had happened, and a phone call had confirmed them. She wrapped her arms around his waist, her voice muffled as sh
Ethan Hart's heart tightened bit by bit, a dull pain throbbing within. The envelope in his hand was unconsciously crumpled into a ball. He clenched his jaw, staring fixedly at Lily Parker's face. Her eyes shimmered with a layer of moisture, devoid of any color, blending palely with the hospital walls. His intense gaze almost suffocated Lily. She turned her head towards the window, where she saw people feeding fish in the garden below. Koi swam leisurely, and she recalled Eleanor Brown's words, speaking with a bitter smile, “Ethan, someone once told me that fish are happy because their memory lasts only seven seconds. No matter how intense those seven seconds of encounter are, after they pass, it's a new beginning, a new cycle. Maybe... our seventh second has arrived...” “No...” Ethan's expression changed drastically. He grasped her shoulders too forcefully, causing her to wince in pain, and only then did he realize his overreaction. He hugged her tightly, oblivious to the stares of
In a commercial building in the city center— The secretary's hands trembled as she knocked on the door, her legs shaking. The big boss, Julian Sterling, had been in a bad mood recently, and nearly every senior executive in the company had been yelled at by him. Everyone was on edge, and she was even more cautious working under him, fearing to upset him and be sent packing at any moment. Julian Sterling was reviewing a design proposal from the design department. He had only read two pages before spotting several flaws, angry enough to curse. When the secretary knocked, he snapped irritably, "Come in!" His sharp black eyes stared mercilessly at her as he asked coldly, "What now?" The secretary composed herself, then pulled out two concert tickets from a folder and placed them in front of him. "Mr. Sterling, the tickets you requested have arrived." Julian Sterling lifted his chin, asking, "What are these?" His gaze held a hint of confusion, as if he had forgotten about such a matter.
Julian Sterling's face was expressionless, his voice cutting through the moist air to reach Lily Parker: "What are you doing here all alone in this storm? Where's Ethan?" He was completely unaware of how bitterly jealous his tone sounded.Lily, woodenly staring at the bridal shop window now shadowed by Julian's reflection, obscuring the white gowns, bit her lip and slowly turned around. She passed him without a word, determined not to engage with him.Julian wasn't one to be easily dismissed. His face darkened as he suddenly grasped her arm, his voice deep and slightly hoarse, "Isn't it polite to greet a friend before leaving? You know that, don't you?" The rain had almost stopped, but the wind persisted. Her wet hair brushed against his hand, a chill seeping into his heart, contrasting with the warmth of his fingers.His dark, shining eyes intensely fixed on her, forcing her to turn back. Her brows were tightly knit, not in anger at him, but focused on an elderly couple crossing the