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?"

as 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 dare go to Yara Park to see you... I didn't dare to contact anyone from your family or my aunt... I was afraid of causing you trouble. I was afraid of being a

as a choked whisper. "But... I was even more afraid

had he said the word

who arrived from Meridan back

reduced him

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

at Arnold's tear-soaked face, his heart

standing under my

be... I want to be with you. I want to be with

"Dr. Larson."

throat was dry as he spoke, his words stiff as if he were speaking for the first time, "This is a church. Please don't say such things that go against God's will." "But I've already said

staggered forward

jabbing his fingers

divine retribution... What do those things matter compared to you? If there's retribution,

eyes and

not feel the

he felt the warm embrace of a

he had searched

the thin shirt, Asher's hand around

exclaimed, his large hands covering Arnold's sweat-drenched forehead, finding

him, but his whole body ached too much to even lift his arms. "Seeing you makes everything better..." Asher

My father and brother must

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

under the Thompsons, they'lb

get hold

his head

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