Leonel trailed behind.

He had visited this place before during his childhood, accompanying Waylen.

The apartment now housed a cat, a charming little grey one.

Alexis fed the cat.

Speaking casually, Alexis remarked, “Leonel, given your current status, you can have any beautiful woman you desire. You enjoy being pampered and reliving childhood sweethearts. You can purchase that.

So, why trouble yourself with me?"

Leonel stood in close proximity to her.

He could enfold her with a mere extension of his arm, but he refrained.

He pleaded, "Alexis, I possess everything now! Can we start over?

I'll treat you well, and you can have anything you want!"

Alexis paused before softly asking, "Can you resurrect the Leonel I used to know?"

Leonel's countenance paled; he couldn't.

With a smile, Alexis stroked the cat, her voice softer. "Leonel, I'm a perfectionist. It's never about your success or wealth." The other person fell silent. “Just go, and don't return. I don't want to relocate again."

In the end, Leonel tenderly enveloped her.

Leaning against her, he murmured, “I'll provide you with everything I have, alright?"

“I don't desire it!" Alexis gently urged him away. “Please, put an end to this!"

Throughout, she remained gentle, refraining from arguments or harsh words, evidently resolute in letting go.

Leonel rose to his feet, his voice tinged with a trace of anger.

“Back then, I only felt pity for her. I thought it was wrong to speak poorly of a woman who lost a leg. I didn't love her! Alexis, you might consider me heartless, but aren't you the same?"

Alexis responded with a subtle smile, "Indeed! I've lost my love, but she lost a leg. But how is that my responsibility, Leonel? Am I the one accountable for her accident? Moreover, what we shared was merely a fleeting connection from a few nights together. People marry and divorce, don't they? Separation... is commonplace, isn't it?"