The Day Our Promise Breaks

With a frosty expression, he firmly grasped her hand and strode towards the exit.

Evelyn couldn't break free, so she stopped struggling and complied, walking out with Charles. Deep down, she was counting silently. "One."

"Two."

Before she could count to "three," a weak cry from behind, "Charles..."

As the voice trailed off, a loud "thump" followed. The delicate and frail Dahlia had fainted.

Charles' steps halted immediately. Without a moment's hesitation, he released Evelyn's hand, quickly turned around, and rushed towards Dahlia, who was lying on the ground. "Dahlia!" Evelyn didn't need to look back to know how worried Charles must have looked at that moment. He looked completely different from his indifferent mockery when Evelyn fainted yesterday. This was the difference between love and indifference.

Evelyn stood still, her gaze falling on the clear red mark on her wrist. Her lips curled into an almost imperceptible sneer of self-mockery.

This wasn't the first time Charles had chosen Dahlia over her, but it would be the last.

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pencils. She was preparing to enter this year's jewelry design competition. Throughout the week, she had visited

ones with scenery started at a million. She didn't have

even save a bit each month. But then, Charlie fell ill, and Charles didn't believe she was truly sick. Charlie's medical bills quickly drained her

get the money, Evelyn had to resort to lies.

Charlie's burial plot. She didn't want to tarnish Charlie's path to reincarnation. She was determined

million, she ran into Samuel. He was her college professor

years ago, Samuel had admired her, saying she had talent. In her freshman year, he insisted on recommending her

very pleased with the pieces she had designed in her free time over the years and urged her

tempted. She did love designing jewelry, and

elevator to the second basement level, walking towards where she

suddenly opened,

in panic, and she's about to scream