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This chilling sensation filled his heart with dread, and his dark eyes grew even more unfathomable.

“Jasy…”

He kissed her, delicately and meticulously.

He was afraid.

Afraid that he would never get another chance.

Charles Mcintosh expelled a breath weakly, accelerating the car.

He drove steadily, able to maintain balance and speed even in such circumstances.

But the hospital was too far away, and nobody could assure what would happen next.

The kiss seemed endless.

After a long while, Sylvan Cheney took out a delicate box from his shirt pocket.

Inside was an engagement ring set with a sapphire.

The Blue Demoness flower pattern was beautiful and captivating.

The car interior was dark, but still, it couldn’t hide the dazzling beauty of the ring.

Fine craftsmanship, exquisitely beautiful design.

Even the sapphire was one of a kind.

Sylvan Cheney slid the ring onto Jasmine Yale’s ring finger.

Her skin was originally fair and moist. This ring seemed like it was custom-made for her, exceptionally beautiful.

Jasmine, cradled in his arms, showed no signs of waking up.

Sylvan didn’t know how he was supposed to live alone if she never woke up again.

His mysterious eyes were like pools of spring water, filled with ripples.

Unsettled for a long time.

The morning sun rose from the sky, shooting dazzling rays of light through the clouds.

The flowers, grass, and trees by the roadside gradually woke up, the morning mist wafting in the air.

A ray of light shone on Sylvan’s handsome countenance—

The man’s face was weary and haggard, holding a depth that others failed to notice.

He held Jasmine Yale tightly, pressing her face against his chest.

Even then, he could still feel the chill from her body.

In his youth, he had brushed with death numerous times, but this was the first time his heart felt hollow.

His warm palm covered her hand, their fingers interlacing, yet silence lay between them.

He thought back to those twelve years—

Her favorite thing to do was to sit on the living room sofa, watching TV while munching on snacks.

She never demanded anything from him or threw tantrums.

What she loved most was chatting with him or waiting for him to come home. She waited for him for twelve years, from the age of eight until she was twenty. “Mr. Cheney, the TV show I’ve been watching has ended, the main female character died, she died…” she sobbed.

“Why did this happen, why did this happen…the male lead also died.” She continued to cry incessantly.

Even though she knew it was just a TV show, she couldn’t help crying.

He felt helpless, wiping her tears with his finger, and warned her, “Stop crying alright? It’s just a TV show, where’s your pride?”

“It’s so sad…”

But she didn’t listen and kept crying.

She, seizing the opportunity, threw herself into his arms, wetting his clothes with her tears.

Back then, her body was warm against his, the faint fragrance wafting from her hair.

She curled up in his strong chest like a kitten.

The her at that time had a steady heartbeat and breath, lively and cheerful.

Rubbing against him, sometimes even looping her arms around his neck. Passionate, vivacious, childlike.

Unlike the motionless Jasmine in his arms now.

“Jasy…” Sylvan’s voice was filled with sorrow.

Lowering his head, he placed a passionate and lingering kiss onto her lips.

Charles Mcintosh couldn’t bear to watch anymore, he turned his face, looking straight ahead with tears brimming in his eyes.

If this was goodbye, it would be a parting between life and death..