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
Lily couldn't bother with that anymore and headed for the door. Yet, somehow, she looked back one more time. Julian, overheated, had thrown off the blanket and was turning over, muttering in discomfort. His voice was so low she couldn't hear it, but as she approached, she heard him calling, "Lily, Lily..."She stood frozen, gazing unblinkingly at Julian, his face flushed with fever.Illness reveals a person's most vulnerable state, where longing reaches the deepest part of the soul, revealing the most genuine feelings. He was thinking of Lily, even if he hadn't realized it himself.Lily, puzzled, reached out to touch his forehead, finding it burning hot and damp with sweat. It was he who had the fever. She nudged his shoulder, calling out again, "Julian?" But he just murmured and grabbed her hand, completely unconscious.Lily Parker struggled to withdraw her hand, her heart softening despite herself. She sighed, fetched a hot towel from the bathroom to wipe his sweat, added another bl
Julian lifted his face with a satisfied smile, "Everyone says I've been acting out of character lately, like a lovesick fool. I don't even know when I started to fall for you, but I can't help thinking about you, even just seeing you once would be enough. I thought you had left just now and was about to lose my temper, but then you appeared, Lily. You don't know how happy that made me." Lily quietly let Julian hold her, and then neither of them spoke again. Julian patiently waited for her response. His cheeks were flushed from the fever, and the hallway was a bit chilly, but holding her in his arms, his heart slowly warmed. His gaze was tender as he looked down at her from this angle. Her eyelashes seemed exceptionally long, her eyes as clear as mountain spring water, deep and reflective. He remembered the first time he saw her; it was those eyes that had caught his attention. He had thought then, how could a woman's eyes be so bright, almost capturing his soul? Something deep insid