Bella Acker knelt on the grass in the rain searching for the ring, while wiping away tears and raindrops from her face.
Her hands and clothes were covered in grass scraps and mud, and her face was smeared with mud too, but she didn't care at all. She was kneeling on the ground like she had gone insane, parting the grass bit by bit in search of the ring.
Damian definitely wouldn't take this ring away, so it must still be here.
Even if... even if finding the ring back couldn't change anything, at least... at least she would have something to look at and remember fondly.
At least this man once held her tightly in his arms, promising to give her lifelong happiness.
Bella cried and continued kneeling on the ground searching, while Aunt Rhodes noticed someone there and heard crying. She got startled at first, but on listening carefully, she felt the crying sounded somewhat familiar.
"Bella? Bella, is that you?" Aunt Rhodes called tentatively.
