Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 735

Many people fall into despair because they feel that their past was too beautiful compared to the terrible present and the uncertain future.

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The night was chilly and damp. Snow had started to fall and the flakes danced slowly as it swayed to the rhythm of the light wind. A City was quickly dressed in a beautiful white robe.

Brian leaned against Shirley's shoulder, the mask of lies removed from his sculptural cold face. Like a heartbroken kid, he yearned for comfort in his mother's embrace.

His eyes remained closed as Shirley sat quietly beside him. "Shirley," he said, his hoarse voice sounding heartbroken, "don't let her know..."

Shirley turned her head slightly to look at her only son. He didn't have to make it clear; she knew that he was asking her not to tell Molly that he hadn't lost his memory. She heaved a heavy sigh, "Brian, I hate to see you in so much pain."

"This is nothing compared to the pain of losing her forever," Brian answered dully. "Letting her go is the best choice, Shirley. She can live a peaceful life just like she has always dreamed of, and Mark can grow up in a better world, away from all this danger. As his father, it's the best gift I can give him."

Shirley wrapped her arms around her son tightly and rubbed his head softly against her cheek. She felt his overwhelming pain, but she could do nothing about it. Her lips quivered as she said, "Okay, I won't tell her." Her eyes fell on the divorce agreement and the ring, which had fallen to the ground beside Brian. Her eyes itched as they started welling with tears. She said with a heavy heart, "Brian, if you believe that you've made the right decision, then I won't stop you. Richie and I will always support you. And Wing will always have your back."

Brian listened to his mother's comforting words. But when he closed his eyes, the defeated backs of Molly and Mark leaving hand in hand appeared vividly in his mind. His heart tightened in his chest. He asked, "Shirley, Wing will wake up, right?"

Shirley wanted to cry out loud, but she put a restraint on her sadness. Right now, she needed to be strong for her son. Taking a deep breath, she said, "Yes, she will wake up. Everything will be all right. We will be fine. All of us..."

"Yes, everything is going to be fine." Brian's voice was weak and his words were empty. He couldn't express his pain in words. It was beyond measure at this point. Everyone he loved was in pain. The least he could do was free Molly from the shackles. It was easy to take the decision to let her go, because it was the best thing he could do for her and Mark. But to actually let her walk away from him was a painful task. His grief was so much that he wished he could die the moment she turned away from him. But now, it was over. She was gone.

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Weston sat beside Wing's bed, carefully trimming her nails as he ceaselessly talked to her. Everyday, he talked to her about everything that had happened between the two of them—from their fights at the kindergarten in their childhood, to their reunion at the Royal University in Dragon Island, and their music dreams. He repeated the stories day after day, hoping she would get bored and get up, asking him to shut up already.

Wing had been in a vegetative state for more than four months. Nothing had changed since her leaving A City. She still maintained a steady heartbeat while she stayed isolated from the outside world.