Chapter 298
Izabe was afraid of the cold, but she passed away during a snowy winter. She was afraid of pain,
but she endured two hours in a raging fire.
Brett''s face was icy cold from the chilly wind. He knelt on the ground, tightly gripping his charred
wrist. His body trembling violently as he choked out Izabe''s name over and over again. Tears
mixed with the blood in his mouth and throat.
He once heard Izabe say that blood and tears tasted bitter when they mixed in the mouth. He
didn''t believe it, but now he knew the taste of it and cried even harder. However, Izabe had tasted
this bitterness for seven years.
Izabe, Izabe...
No matter how much he called out, she whoy on the ground would never respond again.
Brett pulled his hand away from the cat that was biting it. Niki tumbled to the ground as it ran out of
energy. Its beautiful eyes were half-closed, and it gasped weakly, trying to stand but copsing
repeatedly, with all four limbs no longer functioning.
Covered in blood, Nikiy limp and burnt, like a scorched toy. It weakly watched Brett try to clean
Izabe''s face with trembling hands.
The once neat and beautiful Izabe now had half her face ruined. No matter how much Brett tried
to clean her face, the burnt part was like a rotten piece of flesh.
Izabe liked snowfall. On the day she died, it snowed heavily in J City for the first time in six years.
Brett''s head was suddenly covered with snowkes like feathers.
Blood from Izabe seeped into the snow, making it red like a sea of fire. The contrast between
white and red was striking.
Brett choked on his words, unsure how to hold Izabe, and knelt down to hug her while crying
bitterly.
Tears dripped on Izabe''s face, which Brett wiped away before bending down to kiss her cold lips.
Izabe''s lips used to be warm and soft but were now dry and cold.
Brett''s throat tasted sweet and metallic, and blood from the corner of his mouth tainted Izabe''s
pale lips. He held her for a long time, kissed her, and kept saying "I''m sorry." But Izabe remained
quiet, no longer able to respond.
The firefighters on the scene watched the man kneel on the ground, heartbroken at Izabe''s death.
Although they had seen many sad farewells, the sight before them still brought tears to their eyes.
A kind-hearted paramedic gently reminded, "Sir, she''s gone. Let her go."
Brett clung tightly to her, holding her as if she were a delicate, fragile item that might disappear if he
let go.
How could he let go of Izabe, his greatest love? He knew that once he let go, he would never see
her again.
In extreme fear and despair, people lose their senses and their bodies go into self-protection mode,
as if trapped in a room with mirrors reflecting Izabe''s face.
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A sweet-smiling Izabe, a tearful Izabe, an angry Izabe, an Izabe who called him Brett.
Every memory of her seemed so vivid and real to him.
It was as if his soul had split in two. One part told him that Izabe was dead because he had
broken her legs, trapping her in the fire.
The other part told him that maybe Izabe wasn''t dead, just asleep, or perhaps in a vegetative
state like a year ago, or maybe the person in his arms wasn''t her.
"The snow is heavy this Christmas, colder than usual. I''ll take you to see the snow when your body
gets better. The flowers in Quiet Forest Estates will bloom by then, and you might like them." Brett
whispered.
The snow outside continued to fall, and Izabe''s body had long lost its warmth.
Brett hoped it was all just a nightmare, and that when he woke up, he could change the tragic end.
He would heal Izabe''s legs, not confine her, and their emotional conflicts would fade away.
He would keep his distance, not bothering her, as long as she was healthy.
Only after losing her did he realize what he truly wanted.
All he ever wanted was a healthy, happy Izabe.
He didn''t need to be greedy, but it was his greed that led to Izabe''s life ending at the age of 27.
Trembling, Brett stood up, refusing help from others. He nearly stumbled as he carefully held
Izabe and picked up the bracelet from the ground.
Brett''s gaze was filled with affection. He seemed to be looking at Izabe in his arms, as well as
looking through this worn-out body to the Izabe of many years ago.
Izabe was wearing a red dress and smiling at him with bright eyes that sparkled like candles.
A cold wind blew, bringing with it a hint of blood in the air. Brett''s eyes were deste, his heart full
of pain.
"Izabe."
Blood choked out of his mouth. His heart felt like it was being twisted by a rope, blood pouring out
uncontrobly, staining the snow at his feet.
Brett carried her cold body, taking one step at a time as their foreheads touched.
"Be, it''s not cold anymore. Let''s go home." he choked, looking back only to see their home in
ruins.
His and Izabe''s home had turned to ashes, buried with the winter.
A shrill bird cry echoed in the air, mourning for Izabe''s death.
The world fell silent as the snow continued to fall, sighing for the tragic tale.
After losing Izabe, Brett was left in endless inferno.
Aside from the pain in his chest, his stomach was also cramping. That bottle of pesticide Izabe
made him drink back then had left somesting damage to his stomach, even though it had been
treated. His stomach was punctured and injured.
"Sir!"
"President Windham!"
"Doctor,e quick! Someone''s copsed."
Even while lying on the ground, Brett continued to protect Izabe''s body.
It seemed like there was a crack in his chest, letting in the cold wind nonstop. It felt as if all his
organs were frozen solid, and his vision was blurred with blood.
If it meant he could see Izabe again, he wouldn''t mind drifting off to sleep just like this.