She pondered for a moment, and realized it must have been Jason's unwavering love for Eleanor that impressed her. Just for Eleanor's wish to see him stand, even though Jason had lost his zest for life, he gritted his teeth and bore the excruciating treatments, coordinating with doctors, summoning all his strength to rise from his wheelchair...

Major depressive disorder would have crushed anyone else, but Jason, to alleviate Eleanor's guilt, endured and clung to life, even though in the dead of night he had often been so tormented he wished to give up. But when he awoke, he would remind himself that he needed to keep living...

Sigrid found such a man, so deeply devoted, to be precious, and without realizing it, she gradually fell for him. But she never considered whether it was the man she liked or the desire to have such a pure affection...

While she was fervently falling for Jason, Chase was silently trailing behind Sigrid, watching how she slowly fell for someone else...

It rained that night, and Chase, who lived quietly across the street, drew back his curtains. Through the veil of descending rain, he watched Sigrid sitting alone in front of her floor-to-ceiling window, slurping spaghetti...

Afraid of being discovered by Sigrid, he didn't dare to turn on the lights. So there he was, like a mouse unredeemed in the dark, hiding in the shadows, quietly observing her every move. He knew his behavior was twisted, but this was the only way he could stay close to her.

Chase truly loved Sigrid, to the extent that it consumed his days and nights, distracted him from his meals, and even when he was diagnosed with stomach cancer, he chose to spend his remaining time by Sigrid's side, protecting her silently, even if she never knew...

the window for a while before getting up to return to her room. The lights in the living room dimmed, blurring everything into darkness. Chase stood still for a long time before reaching for the

ago. It was just a few months of sleeping with a heavy heart, and when she woke up,

for a craft show. At

was baffled when every lawyer seemed to refuse her case. In her moment of worry,

Chase's gaunt and pale cheeks, Sigrid frowned instinctively. "Didn't we agree not to see

body weak

stage of

it to her:

the business card, her indifferent gaze lifting back to Chase's profound eyes. "Mr. Chase, I don't think you lack

slid it towards her. "Since no other lawyer will take your case, Ms. Laurence,

understood the subtext of his words but pretended not to, firmly rejecting him: "Mr. Chase, there's

time she addressed

into a Sigrid who was happier without him. He never knew that her

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