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    An’s voice cracked, and he paused, fighting the lump in his throat.


    The memories felt as fresh as if they had just happened.


    He exhaled, pushing through the emotions.


    “After that… I think the emotional toll,bined with the cold rain, broke something inside her. That night, Lizzie’s fever became unbearable. It was too much for her—too much for someone so young and vulnerable. The fever took its toll, and in the end, it stole her sight.”


    Rachel’s eyes shimmered with emotion as she listened, the weight of An’s pain sinking deep into her heart. Unable to hold back any longer, she rose from her seat and embraced him tightly.


    The grief he carried was too much for anyone to bear, especially someone as gentle andpassionate as An, who must have med himself for taking Lizzie to see their mother. For years, he had been haunted by that moment, trapped in a nightmare of what-ifs and regret. But now, in opening up, he could finally begin to release some of that burden.


    “An,” Rachel whispered, her voice soft and soothing. “This was an ident. An unexpected tragedy. You don’t have to carry this guilt. Your intentions were pure—you only wanted to fulfill Lizzie’s wish to see her mom. And despite everything, look at her now. Her eyes have healed, and more than that, she’s grown into a bright, joyful, andpassionate girl.”


    Rachel’s mind briefly drifted back to Lizzie’s reaction when she saw their mother. From what she had seen, Lizzie had seemed happy, unaffected by the past. She took a deep breath, her voice softer as she added,


    “If I’m being honest, I believe Lizzie, being so young at the time, has probably forgotten about that day entirely.”


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    An’s voice was soft but filled with a quiet relief.


    “Yes. After the fever, she lost so many memories from that time.”


    Rachel smiled faintly, her expression warm and understanding.


    “Perhaps that’s for the best. Sometimes, forgetting is a gift, a way to shield oneself from unnecessary pain. Holding on to hurt only keeps it alive. I want Lizzie to remain free of that burden, to live her life with joy and peace, unscarred by the past.”


    An sat quietly, his gaze softening as he listened to her words.


    “I truly believe you’re right,” he said, his voice calm but tinged with an underlying sadness.


    “My mother’s visit now feels more like an attempt at making amends, trying to fix what was broken. You don’t need to carry any weight from this.”


    Rachel’s fingers brushed against the bracelet An had given her, the small, delicate piece of jewelry glistening in the dim light. She regarded it thoughtfully for a moment before speaking, her voice measured but warm.


    “I can ept the bracelet, of course, but the other things—the jewelry and the vi—those should be for you and Lizzie.”


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