Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 355

It was both a blessing and a hope.

Standing beneath the falling snow, the young man gazed up at that bright splash of color on the mountainside. He lowered his hand to cover his reddened eyes, as

if to hide the tears threatening to fall, yet a smile tugged at the corners of his

mouth.

In all his nineteen years, he had never experienced anything like this journey- never felt something so profoundly moving, so unforgettable.

He thought to himself: I'll remember this for the rest of my life.

Beneath his hand, warm tears slipped down, falling onto the white snow where they left dark stains-marks that were quickly covered over by the relentless snowfall.

The world was silent, wrapped in wind and snow.

At the summit, the church awaited.

Mila stood at the church's entrance, her legs leaden as if weighed down with iron, each breath heavy and labored.

"You've come."

doorway, a priest in crimson robes sat with his back to her. His voice, touched with age, sounded distant yet

"Father... you knew I was

heard your footsteps on the mountain path. The climb is not easy-come in, warm yourself with a

her heavy legs to move, stepping into the church. She made her way around to where the

but she said nothing. Instead, she sank onto the cushion behind the table, murmured her thanks,

her another cup before she could protest, so she simply thanked him

then, the priest rose, his eyes gentle beneath lowered brows. His voice was steady, tranquil as

Whatever you wish to say

church doors had closed behind her, shutting out the howling wind and

up at the towering statue of Christ at the altar. For

had finally made it here-yet she didn't know where to begin. All her questions had been answered. As the priest said, her heart was clear,

voice was calm as

mother would take my little brother to church. They'd attend the service, sprinkle themselves with holy water, light candles, pray for blessings, for health and peace. But I was never allowed to go. She

"But Lord-"

I sneaked off to the oldest church in town. I dropped coins into every offering box, whispered wishes to every saint and angel I could find. I don't remember

back, I think You and I must have a

on Mila's lips, her eyes bright in the candlelight. She whispered,

she