Cecilia Lynch looked at Julian Keaton. She opened her mouth, wanting to speak, but couldn't utter a single syllable.
Is it him?
Did he really appear?
It is indeed him!
Only he would throw her into the sea.
Her heart was filled with emotions: touched, flustered, confused, joyous. Cecilia stood there, unmoving, just looking at Julian as her vision gradually blurred.
"How can you be so cruel?" Julian's voice had a slight choke, "Hm? Cecilia! Who told you being a person allows such cruelty? Wouldn't you consider my ability to bear it emotionally?"
After speaking, Julian stepped forward and pulled Cecilia into his arms, tightly, as if wanting to embed her into his body.
"Cece," Julian's voice was very soft, "Don't leave me. I don't want you to think for me, decide what kind of life I should lead. If you leave because you don't love me, I'm willing to let you go; but if you leave due to those laughable external conditions, then I absolutely won't let you leave my side!"
