Chapter 126
Catalina didn''t want Emery to worry about her, so she didn''t exin much.
After moving to Seraphic Mansion, Catalina felt like she had been on a deserted ind.
It was both unfamiliar and lonely.
Sometimes it even made it hard for her to breathe.
She wanted to escape, but she was trapped in a dense web with nowhere to go.
In the face of the cruel shackles of life that she couldn''t break free from, should she consider epting
it all and slowly learning to enjoy it?
Should she slowly convert all the pressure and control into a genuine desire, embracing it willingly and
epting it wholeheartedly?
As Catalina looked at Warren, lying in bed with a thin face, her eyes became wet.
"I''m sorry, Warren..."
This was the first time in four years that Catalina apologized to Warren in person.
After the incident four years ago, she had always wanted to apologize to Warren in person, but the
Shaffer family never allowed her to approach him.
So, this ''''I''m sorry'''' was four yearste.
"I know that no matter how often I say ''I''m sorry,'' it won''t redeem my guilt. It''s just to make myself feel
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better..."
"Warren, from now on, I am your fiancée."
From then on, she would eliminate all the people she shouldn''t think about from her mind and heart.
She couldn''t let the tragedy of four years ago happen again.
Catalina held Warren''s skinny hand, saying, "Warren, I promise I will try my best to forget him, although
it may be very difficult for me. But I will try."
Forget Bet and no longer love him.
For Catalina, it might be as difficult as removing bones and cutting flesh.
After all, that person, that face, and everything about him had been imprinted on her heart since
childhood.
Now, in order to forget, she could only use a knife to cut out that piece of flesh from her heart.
After signing the "promise" with Warren, Catalina went to the countryside.
She went to visit her grandmother.
Her grandmother had been discharged from the hospital and was gradually improving.
Catalina was rummaging through some old items in her room''s drawer when she heard Maggie asking
at the door, "Why didn''t Bete with you this time?"
Catalina stopped rummaging.
Her face stiffened for a moment, but quickly, she put on a smile and said, "Grandma, don''t worry about
him any more. He went abroad, and it would probably be a long time before he came back."
What Catalina said was actually true.
Bet had indeed gone abroad.
He had gone to Ennd.
He left after the engagement that day and hadn''t returned.
Emery told her about his itinerary.
She didn''t want to know about it.
"Gone abroad again?"
Maggie frowned, "Bet is really busy with work."
"Of course, just look at how big hispany is. How can us ordinary peoplepare? Right, Lina?"
Catalina''s aunt chimed in from inside the hall.
Catalina only smiled and didn''t respond.
How capable he was had nothing to do with her any more.
Maggie sighed, "Being so busy and separated for a long time is not the solution. It not only affects the
couple''s harmony, but also is hard to have children."
"...".
Harmony between the couple?
Having children?
Catalina felt a headache.
"Lina, why aren''t you saying anything?" Maggie asked when she saw Catalina remain silent.
"I just don''t know what to say. Maggie, didn''t I tell youst time? Bet and I are still young, and we
don''t n to have children for now."
"You young people are just indulging yourselves. When you grow older, you will regret not having
children earlier."
"..."
Catalina sighed silently.
"What are you rummaging there?" Maggie asked Catalina.
Catalina happened to flip through a yellowed letter.
She unfolded it.
On it was a poem, in her own handwriting.
As she looked at it, she couldn''t help but softly recite, "Ripples of the spring water leave traces in the
heart of fragrance. One may wonder if your bold character contains a sensitive heart, feeling my
admiration cast from cold eyes. But love is fervent longing, often filled with hope, waiting for your
asional favor and advice. Perhaps in my diary, I can see a naive heart, recording your breath and
every unintended encounter..."
Catalina could still recite this poem to this day.
It was a love letter a girl wrote to Bet back then.
Bet must have loved this poem very much, so he had her copy it for him.
Later, Catalina also thought this poem was good, so after returning home, she secretly copied it again
and then spent the whole night quietly memorizing it.
But she didn''t expect that after so many years, the handwritten words had be blurred, yet she
remembered every line of the poem clearly.
"Lina, what are you reading?" Maggie called her from outside.
"Nothing." Catalina responded, hastily crumpling the paper into a ball.
Anyway, all of these things were going to be buried.
Catalina threw the crumpled paper into an aging iron box.
The iron box had already developed rust stains.
And inside, there was still the diary that Bet gave her.
Catalina felt an impulse to open it and take a look.
She wanted to see what that naive man had done during that summer vacation.
But as soon as her hand reached out, Catalina felt like she had been burned and immediately retracted
her hand, hastily closing the lid of the iron box.
Since they had agreed topletely forget, why bother looking back?
Catalina picked up the iron box and walked out. "Maggie, I''m going out."
"Where are you going?"
Catalina didn''t respond.
She just took aunt''s hoe from the doorway and walked towards the hundred-year-old locust tree.
The tree was in full bloom at this moment, and the air was filled with a strong floral fragrance,
refreshing the heart and mind.
Catalina still remembered that summer, that young man leaning against this tree, putting a diary into
her hands.
Catalina dug a hole under the tree, buried the iron box into the hole, and filled the hole with soil. She
was afraid she might change her mind.
Until the yellow earth was pressed tightly and leveled.
Catalina stared nkly at the newly turned soil, but suddenly, it felt as if she had lost something
important, her heart suddenly empty and hollow.
Silent tears rolled down from her eyes.
As she continued to watch, she couldn''t help but cry out.
It turned out that liking someone and not getting a response is painful.
But forgetting that person is even more painful.