Aaron Warren looked at Claire North with deep sympathy: "Claire, you... sigh..."
"It’s okay. I believe everything will get better." Claire North wiped away her tears, revealing an incredibly strong smile.
Aaron Warren sighed, saying nothing more, but his dislike for Raina North grew stronger.
He really couldn’t bring himself to beg such a woman.
Since yesterday evening, the sky had been gloomy, and it began to drizzle in the morning.
The rain wasn’t heavy, falling delicately from the sky.
Quinn Thorne parked the car at the foot of the mountain, carrying a bouquet of white daisies, he walked up the wet stone path.
Rows of tombstones passed by his side.
Finally, he stopped at the most open spot at the top of the mountain.
Quinn Thorne took a clean white towel and carefully wiped the tombstone, his fingertips finally lingering on the photograph, gently caressing the girl with a smile like a flower.
After a long time, Quinn Thorne spoke, his voice tinged with bitterness and hoarseness: "Yesterday I saw you. I saw you quietly looking at me from a spot by the door."
"I ran wildly towards you. I looked everywhere but couldn’t find you. Aidan Lynch said: I was mistaken. Actually, I know he wanted to say I was possessed."
"I think he’s right, I am possessed. No, actually I’m crazy. Anya, I desperately want to see you. But you won’t see me."
"It’s been so many years, and you won’t even enter my dreams."
"I know, this is your punishment for me. Indeed, you are the woman in this world who understands me best, knowing how to punish me to cause the greatest pain. Anya, I’m not hiding from you, you’ve truly made me feel pain beyond words."
"Anya, you once said, don’t let me regret. At that time, I was certain I wouldn’t regret, because I always felt that everything was in my control. But, back then I was too young, forgetting that the human heart is never something that can be controlled."
"I regret it. I truly regret it. You’ve won again. Anya, you’ve won again. I apologize to you, I promise from now on I’ll listen to everything you say. Can you come back?"
"I’m begging you. Come back."
"Even if it’s just visiting me in my dreams."
"Otherwise, I’ll really go crazy."
Quinn Thorne murmured to himself.
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He needed to be clear-headed.
Only when clear-headed, could he feel his heart gradually emptying, and then being filled and tormented by endless loneliness, longing, and regret.
Anya, she always had such a clear-cut nature when it came to love and hate.
Quinn Thorne stood in front of the tombstone for a long time, long enough for the delicate raindrops to completely soak his clothes, then turned and slowly left.
If he could, he was willing to stay here, guarding Anya Forrest from sunrise to sunset.
But, Quinn Thorne understood, Anya Forrest wouldn’t want to see him.
Probably seeing him once a year on the death anniversary was already her limit of endurance.
When Anya was around, he never made her happy, now that she’s gone, giving her peace is the only thing he can do for her.
As for everything else, pain or overwhelming longing, it’s all his own affair.