Waylen parked the car beneath his apartment building.

He forcefully carried Rena to his apartment.

As the door swung open, Rena stood there, stunned, her emotions surging despite her efforts to suppress them.

Morning dew, the Baroque curtains, the blue vases, couple slippers...

Everything was exactly as it had been when she used to Live here.

Waylen had even restored the black-themed decorations of Valentine's Day.

They were all reminders of her love for him.

Rena's heart ached.

What was the purpose of this? Did he think these actions would move her?

Waylen embraced her from behind, planting tender kisses on her nape.

Overwhelmed with emotions, he uttered in a hoarse voice, "Rena, let's start anew. Let's live our lives just as we did before. This time, I will be good to you. I won't let you down again. I'll find the best doctor to cure your foot and ensure you have no regrets."

Rena believed she had shed all her tears that night.

But seeing all this, she felt the urge to cry once more. However, it wasn't due to being moved; it was the profound sadness that washed over her. Everything in this apartment reminded her of how deeply she had loved him, how she had yearned for him every night, and how she had envisioned a future with him.

But each time, he had chosen to be by Elvira's side.

Regret...

The word couldn't capture the magnitude of her loss that night.

She had lost her father, her dreams, and her trust in Waylen.

She was utterly disappointed in him that fateful night.

Waylen gazed at her tenderly, kneeling on one knee before her, holding a diamond ring in his hand-more brilliant and flawless than the previous one.

Rena's body stiffened.

At this moment, she lost all her strength.

Waylen kissed her fingers, his voice choked with emotion.