Not knowing how long they had walked, they continued until Daniel Harris said, "Let’s stop for a mont, I want to take a break."
"Okay," Mabel Quinn replied. As they arrived at a relatively clean spot, she let Daniel Harris sit down and then sat beside him.
But as soon as she sat down, Mabel Quinn realized how exhausted she was. Her drowsy head made her unable to resist the urge to take a nap.
So she said, "Daniel...when you’ve rested enough, just call my na, okay?"
"Okay," Daniel responded.
Only then did Mabel Quinn close her eyes and allow herself a short nap.
Sitting next to her, Daniel Harris, with his unfocused eyes, was facing Mabel Quinn’s direction. If he hadn’t said he wanted to rest, she probably would have kept going.
But she didn’t realize how much fatigue was in her voice, nor how laborious her breathing had beco.
This woman, always thinking of others first.
His ascent up the mountain was impulsive and nostalgic. When he heard from the servant that she was getting married to Kyle Kinston, a wave of bitterness and regret struck him with renewed intensity.
All those once beautiful scenes shattered before his eyes, one by one. Impulsively, he pushed the driver to take him to Drumbeat Village, and impulsively, he ran up the mountain alone—perhaps just trying to grasp onto those past mories.
Yet he hadn’t expected her to co up the mountain, even finding him there. In that mont, it was as if he had gone back in ti. But just now, when she refused to let him carry her down the mountain, he understood; they could never return to those days.
The little blind girl had grown up, and the big blind boy could never find his little blind girl again?
She said that in this life, she only loved one person, and that person was Kyle Kinston.
He wasn’t given even the slightest possibility, or maybe she knew that just that little possibility would prevent him from ever truly giving up, right?
"Mabel," Daniel Harris softly called Mabel Quinn’s na.
The silence was pervasive, apart from the rustle of the wind in the treetops of the nightti woods, there were no other sounds.
Had she fallen asleep? Daniel Harris slowly raised his hand, inching closer to Mabel Quinn. His fingertips could vaguely sense her breath; a little closer, and he could touch her, but...that small distance felt like an insurmountable gap.
"Mabel, do you know how much I love you? Once, I thought that the emotion from when I was young was just a personal obsession because I never fell for Grace Yowell. Even when I tried convincing myself several tis that being with her wouldn’t be impossible, I couldn’t do it. I thought that maybe it was my innate indifference, which made unable to love Grace Yowell. But...it wasn’t so. I realized I could love soone, because in my life, I have loved only that one person. If it’s not that person, then there’s no way to love." Daniel Harris murmured, his bitter and hushed voice dissolving into the wind.
After an unknown period, Daniel Harris heard the sound of footsteps approaching.
One of them exclaid in delight, "Young Master!" Daniel Harris could tell it was the voice of his family driver.
"Quieter, don’t disturb her," Daniel Harris said.
The driver then noticed Mabel Quinn still asleep nearby, and he quickly signaled to the two villagers following him to stay quiet as well.
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