Chapter 86

The river's current was soft and steady, and the wind gently tugged at my hair and skirt as I stood barefoot on the bloodstained ground.

It was the same place, but I felt nothing.

No pain. No chill.

I stared at the man kneeling in front of me. His eyes were red and swollen, filled with so much conflict and pain. He looked as though he truly cared for me.

But wasn't he the one who had said to wait