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Chapter 675 Mr. Nash’s Unexpected Arrival save

Wingfield gazed at Zayla, his demeanor tinged with loneliness and a hint of melancholy, perhaps influenced by alcohol. Zayla nodded in understanding. Wingfield gestured toward a spot nearby.

“She’s over there…”

Zayla followed his gaze to the shimmering sea under the moonlit sky. She felt a slight pang of confusion, but an unsettling premonition gripped her heart. Choosing not to ask further, she simply watched Wingfield in silence. Wingfield mustered a bitter smile and spoke again, his voice laden with sorrow. “She remains forever trapped in the summer when she was thirteen.”

Zayla’s eyes welled up with a touch of sadness. She bit her lip, her delicate eyebrows furrowing in concern.

She didn’t know what words to offer as solace to Wingfield, nor did she know how to divert the conversation… away from this sea of sorrow. She couldn’t either ascertain if this was merely Wingfield’s emotional release prompted by alcohol.

If sharing his pain provided some relief, then perhaps this discussion needed to continue. But she truly didn’t know… what to say. Thus, she quietly observed him, attentively listening to his heartfelt disclosure.

“That year, I was attending university in another city. I promised her that I would return to see her once. She had waited through one thousand and one sunny days. “And that day happened to mark the one thousand and first sunny day…

“My parents went on a sea voyage, and she waited alone by the shore, yearning for their return and for me to see her.

“But on that very day, at that very moment, she encountered a group of drunkards. After tormenting her, they pressed her into the sea until she couldn’t breathe.

“Back then, Aromasouth Island was a lawless place, where the local thugs held sway. I always warned her never to leave the house at night, and she alwaysBooks Chapters Are Daily Updated Join & Stay Updated For All Books Updates…

listened… But on that one occasion, just that single time… It wasn’t that she disobeyed; she was waiting for me to come home!

“Even to this day, I dare not to think about it. She can’t speak, she can’t hear anything, and she can’t even shout for help! “That day… how desperate and frightened was she?”

Wingfield’s voice quivered with intense emotion, his words disjointed and difficult to string together. At that moment, his emotions crumbled completely, and an indescribable sorrow consumed him, tears cascading down his face. A true man does not easily shed tears, except when his heart is truly wounded.

At this moment, nobody would ridicule him. This burden of guilt and remorse was deeply entrenched in the heart of a brother, an indelible scar that would persist throughout his lifetime. One thousand and one sunny days,

reminiscent of “One Thousand and One Nights”, formed nothing more than a brief tale, an unfinished narrative left by a brother for his sister’s hopeful anticipation.

Who could have fathomed that this anticipation would eventually lead to… her demise? Wingfield was not to blame, nor was his sister. The true culprits were the scoundrels, the beasts who harmed his sister! Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Zayla gazed at Wingfield, desiring to offer solace, to reassure him that he shouldn’t burden himself excessively, and to convey that his sister wouldn’t wish to witness her brother in such a

However, upon reflection, over a decade had passed, and surely countless others had already spoken these very words to him… “Wingfield.” Zayla gently nudged him with her hand. “Let’s take a walk by the beach.”

Wingfield appeared taken aback. Over all these years, no one who knew the truth had ever mentioned the sea in his presence, let alone suggesting walking by the beach. Zayla was the first person to do so. Faced with her hopeful gaze, Wingfield nodded in agreement. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Side by side, they headed towards the beach. As they stepped onto the soft sandy beach, Zayla gazed at the rolling waves and then turned to look at Wingfield.

Wingfield’s expression was solemn, and he closed his eyes a few times, lacking the courage to face the sea. Zayla smiled and gently tugged at his sleeve, encouraging him to open his eyes.

Standing beneath the moonlight, on the shoreline, embraced by the cool sea breeze, she gestured to him. You know, this beach holds more than just the memory of your sister’s passing. It also holds the memories of the one thousand and one sunny days she awaited.” Maintaining her smile, Zayla asked, “What did you call your sister?”

“Dane.” This word was uttered with great difficulty, but Wingfield managed to say “Dane, your brother has returned home.

He’s been back for over a decade, teaching at your school, never straying from Aromasouth Island. He has always been by your side, as close as can be. And now, he has come to see you.” She gestured towards the sea with these words.

Dane was a deaf and mute. She couldn’t hear or speak, but she understood sign language. Zayla then turned to face Wingfield and said, “She will definitely see it.”

Wingfield was filled with a sense of wonder as he observed Zayla’s hair delicately dancing in the caress of the ocean breeze. An impulse surged within him, prompting him to extend his hand, intending to tenderly brush away the stray strands.

However, just as he reached out, his arm was abruptly seized by another hand, gripping it firmly. Bang!