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    He could dedicate himself to growing wholeheartedly and with unflinching resolve.


    Harlee gazed at him, her tears cascading like a relentless stream. This meant that he didn’t hate her at all. She had misread him all along.


    Her trembling hands reached out, sping tightly to his back as if anchoring herself to the warmth of this irreceable moment.


    “Didn’t you ask why I was crying?”


    “What happened?” Rhys tilted his head, his hands grasping her shoulders as he searched for her eyes.


    “Did someone hurt you? Just say the word, and I’ll make them regret it!”


    Harlee chuckled. Shaking her head, she rested her forehead against his shoulder and whispered, “I was afraid of losing you. I was afraid that… you might not want me anymore.”


    Her voice grew softer and softer until it was barely a whisper.


    The fear had consumed her entirely. The Rhys standing before her wasn’t the same man from three years ago—the one whose entire world revolved around her. She no longer dared to burden him with unreasonable demands.


    Rhys’ expression morphed into pure astonishment as her words hit him like a thunderp.


    “Were you crying because of me?”


    “Yes.” Mustering every ounce of her courage, Harlee cupped his face with trembling hands and locked eyes with the man who had been her lifeline through stormy seas for the past three years.


    “It’s because I care about you.”


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    Whether he held onto all his memories or none of them, he was still the same man—the one who couldn’t bear to let her go. She had been foolish to think otherwise, to separate him into two different people.


    Rhys stared into her reddened, tear-streaked eyes, a storm of emotions brewing within him. It was as though a de had pierced his heart, but instead of agony, something sweeter blossomed in its ce. It was happiness.


    “In that case, will you…” Rhys asked.


    “I trust you,” Harlee interrupted without hesitation, her eyes shimmering with a newfound determination.


    Then, tenderly cupping his face, she leaned in and pressed a brief, soft kiss to his lips. She whispered, her words light as air, “You are you. I have always believed in you.”


    Rhys froze, the kiss igniting a storm of emotions he could no longer contain.


    After a long pause, Rhys spoke, his voice thick with sincerity.


    “I promise I’ll do everything I can to be the person you fall in love with again.”


    Harlee gently shook her head, her tone soft yet resolute.


    “No, you don’t have to change for me. Just be yourself. No matter who you be, my love for you will never fade.”


    Her words sent a jolt of warmth through Rhys’ chest, his heart thundering so fiercely that he thought it might leap from his ribcage.


    He was so happy.


    At that moment, only one thought filled his mind.


    He gazed at her lips, swallowing hard. With a deep breath, he asked, “Do you want to watch the sunrise with me?”


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