The Love that Never Really Dies (Sasha and Sebastian)

Chapter 1435 He Appeared Like A God

It was indeed as if the man she was waiting for had disappeared from the face of the Earth. Or perhaps he had gone back to his home country.

On her fourth day at the temple, Ichika carried two big wooden buckets and headed off to the river to fetch water. Snow had fallen earlier, and the land outside the temple was a vast expanse of white.

Having been pampered since little, this was no easy feat for her. With arduous effort, she had finally managed to lift the buckets of water off the ground when she suddenly lost her footing.

Thunk!

The girl tumbled to the ground, and the buckets immediately slipped off her fingers, which were by then red and numb from the cold.

At that, she finally burst into tears and wailed uncontrollably, especially at the sight of her hands that were bleeding from being cut by the sharp ice on the ground.

She was, after all, just a twenty-year-old young woman.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps crunching on snow and ice sounded, and a moment later, a pair of black handmade men’s leather boots appeared in front of her.

“Huh?” Teary-eyed, she blinked and then lifted her head.

“So, are you enjoying your new life of silence at solitude at the temple?”

The man who had just appeared before her glimmered under the dazzling sunlight like a god that had just descended from heaven. The sight was so surreal Ichika thought she must have been dreaming.

“H-Hubby?”

“Who’s your hubby? You’re a nun now. Where would you get a husband?”

expression on his handsome face. Even his eyes were chilly as he gazed at her

Ichika fell silent.

she averted her gaze and struggled to

I don’t have a husband

the two cracked buckets

again. I’m not as selfless as you imagine. I’m only an ordinary man, vulnerable to hate and resentment like everyone else. I only came here

did not attempt to coax

had

just uttered were not altogether pleasant to the ears either. Instead,

from his illness. The fact that he had even managed to do this was already

the past, he would have returned to his home country

jerked to a halt and froze as if she had

all the hurt, pain, and hopes

sprang into her

turned toward him, tears

but asked instead, “Well, did you do those things on purpose back

her head, unable to stop weeping.

the past anymore. You saw how I came

and tone softened, and he was beginning to sound like the kind man she used to

felt a burst of

the two buckets in her hands,

out to him with