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?"

to see you. I didn't dare go to Yara Park to see you...

came out as a choked whisper. "But... I was even

had he said the word

recalled the carefree, unrestrained Arnold who arrived from Meridan back then. He was

had reduced him

own ambivalence, his wavering indecision, and the

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

I'm scared... When I looked at your back from afar the last time I saw you standing under my window, I was so scared that it would be the last time I ever

how could that be... I want to be with you. I want to be with you forever. I love you, Ash... I

"Dr. Larson."

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 it! If there really is a God,

staggered forward

his fingers hard

compared to you? If there's retribution,

his eyes and

did not feel the

warm embrace of a man radiating strong

was the embrace he had searched

the thin shirt, Asher's hand around his

exclaimed, his large hands covering

"Seeing you makes everything better..." Asher gritted his

father and brother

now. Once I step foot in

under the Thompsons, they'lb

get hold

the man's shirt, shaking his head vigorously. "Some fever

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