Beneath the Perfect Disguise, I Quietly Slipped Away Chapter 16

My stitches were removed.

Connor still hadn't woken up.

I went to Sunset Bistro.

As the sun began to set, someone at the next table proposed.

Good-natured cheering erupted in the restaurant.

The girl blushed and accepted the ring.

The two left, satisfied.

The waiter was sighing while clearing the table:

"Last time, a super handsome man booked the whole restaurant—"

"Every detail, every ritual, even the lighting... he checked it all."

"But neither he nor his girlfriend showed up."

"Wonder what kind of sad story that was."

The sun went down.

Only the afterglow remained.

I watched and watched, inexplicably finding the soft light blinding.

I wept silently.

I had to admit—

In this world, apart from Connor, no one else could give me such extreme love and hate.

It was night when I returned to the hospital room.

Connor was still lying there quietly.

His features were handsome and sharp as if carved by a knife.

Just like every night he lay beside me in the past.

Any second now, he should open those eyes that made me struggle between love and hate.

Look at me, kiss me lightly.

I opened my mouth:

"I thought about it carefully."

"I don't accept your apology."

"It's true you had your reasons. But the hurt caused to me is also true."

"Connor, we can't go back."

A breeze blew outside the window, and I whispered softly:

"But the future... remains to be seen."