Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman

Those words should have been sweet, but in that instant, they felt like a sharp knife through Shirley's heart.

She knew she could no longer stop Carter. Carter had already made up his mind.

When she saw Carter approaching the sea slowly, Shirley's heart immediately split open. The cold winter wind overwhelmed her heart, and she felt a bone-chilling coldness. "No! Carter, please don't do this! Carter!"

Shirley cried out to stop him. She reached out her hand to him and used all she had to move her body to get close to Carter, but eventually, she fell out of the wheelchair. When Carter heard the sound, he stopped in his tracks and turned around to take a look.

He saw Shirley on the ice -cold floor. She lay there helplessly as she kept waving at him with all her might, tears drenching her face.

Carter felt his heart tighten, and he furrowed his brows. However, he chose to turn a blind eye.

"No, don't, no..."

Shirley reached out her trembling hand. She hoped that Carter would turn back to hold her hand, but he never did.

She was so close to him, and yet it felt as if they were miles apart, no longer within reach.

No matter how much she reached out with her arm, they would always have a distance between them...

"Shirley, you're so smart, so you must be able to make something that could make you forget your troubles and past. If you can, please forget me completely." With that last sentence, Carter walked onward without stopping.

In that second, Shirley felt as if she had fallen into an abyss, all the colors before her eyes shrouded by darkness.

"Carter, no..."

Shirley broke down immediately.

At the same time, some hurried footsteps approached her from behind.

Shirley did not notice those footsteps, but Carter did.

At that second, an unexpected voice drifted into his ears.

"Carter, do you think you could get rid of everything you've done if you jumped from here? Let me tell you, you couldn't."

Carter had already put one leg forward. When he heard that voice, he turned his head back in disbelief.

The light from the streetlight had never been so dazzling. Incredulous, he looked at the two people who were approaching him, and at that moment, rancor surged back into his eyes. "How is that possible?"

He could not believe what he had just seen, yet those figures and faces were getting clearer and clearer.

When Shirley saw that Carter had turned around, a glad smile appeared on her face immediately.

She lifted her hand to wipe her tears. She wanted to support herself with her hands, but she could not get up no matter what.

Amidst her state of anxiousness and helplessness, a pair of warm palms grabbed her by her arm and waist.

"Get up now. Won't want to catch a cold."

A warm and concerned voice came into her ear.

Shirley's attention had been on Carter this whole time. Now that she felt that someone was concerned about her and was helping her up, she finally came back to her senses. When she saw the person helping her, she simultaneously felt stunned and pleasantly surprised.