ented and bewildered.

"Raphael!" She finally regained some strength, her voice taking on a calm tone of persuasion.

This time, Raphael didn''t struggle anymore. He allowed her to push him onto the writing desk, tilting his head to the side, the expression on his face resembling someone who had just committed homicide. A strand of disheveled golden hair from their previous passion hung over his forehead, concealing his blue eyes devoid of all luster.

Edith stood in place, initially glaring at him annoyed, but as she saw this state of him, her eyes gradually softened with pity.

"Forgive me," he murmured in a barely audible voice after a while, his gaze still fixed on the void before him.

"Forgive me," he repeated. Then, he hastily grabbed his belongings and stumbled out of the dimly lit room, leaving Edith behind.

Edith remained there for a while, until the flickering candlelight was extinguished by a gust of cold wind, plunging the surroundings into utter darkness. Slowly, she followed out, but the young man''s figure was no longer visible in the foyer.

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Edith watched his forlorn figure, and in that instant, her heart became as clear as a mirror. Raphael''s premonition was right—today, once he left, it would be an eternal farewell! If she let him go like this, she would lose him forever.

Without thinking, she impulsively dashed out the door, disregarding her anxious friend, Charlene, calling out to her from behind. With a loud voice, she shouted