Love Never Wilts in a Moment novel Chapter 24

The road was covered in snow a long time ago. When she came over earlier, she felt cold, but on her way back, the winter no longer seemed as scary. Samuel was holding her hand, and his palm was warm.

The street was full of people, but they said nothing to each other. Occasionally, Bertha would look up and meet Samuel’s gaze. She could tell that his gaze was different from before. In the past, it was as fierce as fire, but at present, it was as calm as water.

“You were in the third year of high school, and it was the winter holidays when we walked together like this as well. At that time, the snow landed on your eyes, and you cried. You even held my hand and asked me to blow it away for you.”

Bertha remembered it too. These memories were the few moments in the first half of her life when she felt alive.

However, she remained quiet, and Samuel knew why she was acting this way. She was still angry at him for leaving without a word.

“I didn’t lie to you on purpose. At that time,  my dad bought me a painting at an art exhibition because I liked it. But someone else wanted it and broke in to steal it. First, he forced himself on my mother before killing her, and he also dismembered my 

father… 

As he spoke about this event that he had pushed to the far comers of his mind, he started trembling. Even his voice quivered. 

Bertha sensed that something was wrong, and she patted him on the back gently. 

“After that, whenever I pick up a pen to draw, I’m reminded of what happened. I’m the one who killed my parents, and I lost my 

courage to continue drawing.” 

Bertha looked at him regretfully and did not know how to comfort him. 

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