Chapter 120

The night was cold and infinitely silent.

Kaytly turned off the light and placed her hands on her belly. She kept asking herself: Kaytly, love is gone, love has become futile, why hold onto memories that will never fade?

Could she not forget even after experiencing death once? Should she try to let go?

Yet, in the dark room, there seemed to be a distant sound echoing: Love has seeped into the soul, affection has reached the marrow, and infatuation clings and sprouts endlessly.

Kaytly closed her eyes in anguish, tears streaming down her cheeks...

A quiet week passed by.

Kaytly’s body had fully recovered, but the wounds in her heart remained as before. She spent her days melancholy, unable to suppress her deep sighs.

“Kaytly, Grandma wants to rest today. Can you take her outside for a walk?”

“Where does Grandma want to go?” Kaytly looked out the window, her eyes glazed over, hearing Grandma’s voice and then mustering a faint smile.