*
They spent a peaceful night.
In the not-too-big room, she opened her eyes from slumber and saw Eric Candi bring a bowl of noodles from the kitchen and place it on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
She looked at the man's handsome, cold profile, the air filled with the faint aroma of noodles, and for a moment, she felt she had returned to those eight years of relying on each other with Eric Candi.
Living together in such a cramped room, cooking for each other, tending to each other's wounds and illnesses—they had always been each other's closest and most trusted companions.
Life was tough, but because he was there, she always felt she was still lucky.
Now that she thinks back, those eight years of hardship and peace were nothing but her own wishful thinking.
For Eric Candi, it was probably eight years that felt like a lifetime, eight years of being apart from his true love.
He probably would never miss those eight years.
