Clara slowly lowered her hand from her forehead, letting the blood slide down her cheeks and drip onto the scraps of paper on the floor, spreading into glaring red blushes. She didn't cry, didn't make a fuss, and didn't even glance at Liam and Vanessa again. She simply supported herself on the floor and slowly stood up.
Her movements were slow, but exceptionally determined.
My gaze swept over the shredded paper scattered on the floor—all those countless sleepless nights, those sweet words hidden in the designs, those promises that I thought would witness eternity, all shattered, shattered completely.
Seven years of love burned to ashes the moment the manuscript shattered, leaving not even a trace of warmth.
Clara looked at Liam's blurry silhouette, her voice calm and utterly emotionless , "Fine , don't come back begging me. "
After saying that, she turned around and walked out of the study step by step. She didn't look back, nor did she linger.