Tonight, the moonlight scattered a silvery-white glow across the ground.

The night breeze stirred, casting shadows that swayed outside the window.

Asher lowered his eyelashes, holding a cross in his hand as he stood devotedly before the altar, praying.

Since his lover's passing, he has performed this ritual daily, seeking self-redemption and repenting for his sins.

Countless times, he did it all for himself.

But now, as he stood once again before the altar, he could no longer see his own heart clearly.

Confusion and a sense of helplessness engulfed him.

With a long sigh, Asher turned around.

Just then, the church's grand doors burst open.

The next moment, a slender, graceful figure with fox-like eyes shimmering with mist stepped in, breaking through the desolate twilight and crashing into his gaze.

"Ash..."

Arnold stood alone in the hallway as the cold wind pierced his thin frame. Tears welled up in his narrow eyes. "You came all the way here to look for me... Why didn't you wait a little longer? Would it have killed you to wait a bit longer?"

Asher's heart jolted.

He froze. An unbearable emotion started burning fiercely in his bloodshot eyes.

"You idiot... Do you know how hard I've been searching for you?"

soon as he saw his beloved, tears flowed uncontrollably. "I lost my phone... I dared not go to the KS Group's building to see you. I didn't

whisper. "But... I was even more afraid of never

he said

carefree, unrestrained Arnold who arrived from

reduced him

the enmity between the Thompson and Larson families? Or was it Asher's own ambivalence, his wavering indecision, and the cruelty that

unblinkingly at Arnold's tear-soaked face, his heart aching as

saw you standing

draining all his tears. "But how could that be... I want to be with you. I want to be with

"Dr. Larson."

church. Please don't say such things that

staggered forward

his fingers

to you? If there's retribution, then bring

eyes and collapsed to

feel the

embrace of a man

he had searched for a

the thin shirt, Asher's hand around his waist was

you have a fever?!" he exclaimed, his large hands covering Arnold's sweat-drenched forehead, finding it alarmingly

ached too much to even lift his arms. "Seeing you makes everything better..." Asher gritted his teeth. "Stop fooling around! You have a high

father and brother must

me right now. Once I step foot in any hospital,

under the Thompsons, they'lb

get hold of

clutched the man's shirt, shaking his head

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