"Yes, I believe you."
As he spoke, Leona Grant reached out to wipe away her tears and gave her a passionate kiss.
The two of them coexisted in this delicate atmosphere.
They both had similar, unspoken thoughts. They both knew what was coming, but neither of them said it out loud.
They just comforted each other and, in turn, comforted themselves.
'What will the future hold?'
Although they made promises to each other, neither of them felt certain about the future. The virus was spreading through their bodies day by day, invading.
Leona Grant gazed at her, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
'Annabelle Linton, if I die, I hope you live on and live well.'
Annabelle Linton looked back at him, her own expression just as complex.
'Leona Grant, if we are to live, I'll live with you. If we are to die, I'll die with you. But I will do everything in my power to keep you alive.'
'Please, live a good life. There are still so many beautiful things in this world.'
