In the photo, the two gaze into each other's eyes. Ethan's smile was natural and healing, unlike the cold and devilish demeanor he usually wore…
But photos could only capture a moment; they couldn't preserve it forever.
Lily placed the photo back into the suitcase and continued sorting the items. Everything was tied to Ethan; every memory in the Blackwood villa revolved around him…
Even the extra things she had accumulated bore his imprint.
Letting go… Did it mean she should abandon all of this altogether?
But if she hadn't seen these things in the days she had left, would it have made her even sadder?
Even now… she was conflicted, hesitant. Since she had already decided to leave, why couldn't she leave cleanly?
"Miss, may I come in?" Aston's voice came from the doorway, his tone as respectful as ever.
"Come in."
