Chapter 13
Zachary’s pupils suddenly contracted, and his fingers Involuntarily clenched,
The classmate continued, “Later, Rebecca came and Silvia unexpectedly handed you over to her, letting her claim that she saved you. I found it very strange at the time, if Silvia was really so malicious, why would she save you? And why wouldn’t she take credit for it?”
The image of that night instantly flashed in Zachary’s mind.
He remembered that when he woke up, Rebecca was standing by his bedside, her eyes filled with concern.
She said that it was she who risked her life to rush into the fire and save him. And he, surprisingly, never doubted it.
“Are you sure… that it was Silvia who saved me?” Zachary’s voice was somewhat hoarse
The classmate nodded and said, “What I saw with my own eyes, there is absolutely no mistake
Zachary’s heart sank suddenly, and Sibria’s pale face involuntarily appeared in his mind.
as if all c
I connected at this moment.
The scar on her back, her indifferent response, her unhesitant admission of her vicious” apperance. Everything, as if
“Why did she do that?” Zachary asked in a low volce, as if asking himself, and as if asking that person who had long disappeared.
not be as bad as everyone says.”
The classmate shook his head and said, “I don’t know either. But I always felt that Silvia might not be as
Zachary did not speak anymore, as it a storms had been stirred up i
pin his heart.
All those emotions that he deliberately suppressed, all those memories that he forcibly sealed, surged up at this moment.
He conembered Silvia’s laughter, her tears, het tendemess, her betrayal
But if she was really so malicious, why would she save him? And why would she give the credit to Rebecca?
“Zachary, what happened to you? What did he say to you?!
Rebecca’s voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts, only atter his classmates had already lett
Zachary snapped out of it and said calmly, “t’s okay, let’s go back.”
Rebecca nodded and took hold of his arm, a sweet smile reting to her face.
However, Zachary’s heart could never calm down again
After renaming home, Zachary stood alone by the French window, gazing at the distant night sky.
He held a glass of red wine in his band, but did’t take a sip.
His mind kept echoing the words of that classmate and the pale face of Silvia.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm the turmoil in his heart. However, those memories that he hat deliberately forgotten came rushing back like a tidal wave, completely engulfing him.
In the deep darkness of the night, Zachary sat alone in the study, holding a slightly yellowed letter in his hand.
That was a letter Silvia wrote to her future self ten years later, which she secretly brought back from the party while no one was paying attention.
The edges of the envelope had worn out, as if bearing the traces of many years. His fingertips trembled slightly as he slowly opened the envelope and pulled out the letter inside.
The handwriting on the letter was elegant and familiar, every stroke and every line seemed to be engraved on his heart.
He took a deep breath and his gaze fell upon those words.
To Silvia, ten years from now:
If you are reading this letter, I hope you still remember Zachary. The boy who always had a cold face, but was extremely gentle to you, the person you once swore to love for a lifetime.
Are you still together now? If you are still together, is he still the same as before, always silently doing everything for you? I remember he once said that he wanted to take you to Flodino to get married, and let all the gods of Flodino witness your love.
Have you been there? Is the sky there as pure as the legend says? Have we already made a lifelong vow under Flodino?
Do you have children now? I remember we once agreed to have two children, a boy and a girl. The boy would look like him, and the girl would look like
Our children must have been very cute, right? Have they already started calling us mom and dad? Do you play with them and tell them stories every day? Does Zachary also spoil them like he spoils me!
Wasn’t our home very cozy? I remember you said that you wanted to buy a house with a garden, filled with flowers that I like. Every morning, wouldn’t we drink coffee together in the garden, watching the children run on the grass? In the evening, wouldn’t we cook together and then sit on the sofa, watching TV and chatting?
Zachary, if you have seen this letter, please remember that I was the person who loved you the most in this world.
Even though ten years later we were no longer young, even though our lives had become mundane, I still hope that you can remember, we once loved each other so deeply and were so happy.
