If only he could see his feelings earlier.
If only those things had not happened.
If only the painful events of their shared past could have been rewritten.
Unfortunately, there are no 'what ifs' in this world.
Silas smiled at Yue Ran.
Unlike his previous sarcastic, mocking ones from their earlier days, this smile, tender and sincere, radiated warmth, as if it contained all the unspoken apologies he wished he had voiced long ago. He rarely showed such a gentle expression; even his eyes revealed a certain lingering and nostalgic meaning.
His fingertips gently brushed against her skin, touching the delicate corners of her eyes where tears had gathered and spilled over like precious jewels. Very gently, he whispered, "I have always been incredibly selfish. I stubbornly clung to the misguided belief my sincere remorse would be enough to earn your forgiveness…"
"I may have been dreaming all this time."
