The plan for Harry's operation has been made, but Lily doesn't feel relaxed. Instead, she is tense. After
dinner with Bree in the hospital at night, she goes to the rooftop of the hospital alone after her parents
fall asleep.
In fact, she is not allowed to be there at this time. But she gets permission from Karl, and manages to
get in after registering her fingerprint, closing the door again behind her. There is a fence around the
rooftop. She walks to the edge and looks down at the city below, numerous lights gleaming against the
dark night. Suddenly, a feeling of chilliness rushes from her soles to her entire body.
Above her is the immense inky sky, and she feels like a drop in the ocean. Harry is going to have
surgery tomorrow. With Karl and Reynold operating on him, she shouldn't be worrying too much, but
she just can't stop panicking....
Lily slightly straightens her back and takes half a step back to sit on the stairs. The breeze dries her
eyes. Her disguise of being strong crumbles away in this secluded rooftop.
Too many unexpected things have happened recently, which agitates her even more than when she
was in England years back. She can't control her thoughts. Tears keep welling up in her eyes. She has
kept the fear and weakness deep inside. She hates herself like this, but she can't shake it off.
Bending down and staring at the ground, she hugs her knees with both hands and curls up in this
corner. Lost in thought, she does not hear the door opening behind her. A black shadow makes the
night even darker, and she petrifies with shock.
The shadow is elongated by the moonlight, covering her body and the concrete floor. Her heartbeat
suddenly goes out of order. Just this silhouette has awakened all her senses.
It feels too familiar. She can sense his aura without looking up.
Holding her breath, she listens until a gravelly male voice comes from above her,
"Get up. Stop crying."
Lily seems to have been activated like a robot. Hastily looking up, she catches sight of the face that has
been forever engraved in her heart, and it has appeared in her dreams countless times in the past six
months....
"R, Rex?" She uses all her strength to call out his name, her voice trembling.
She widens her eyes in disbelief, staring at the person in front of her without blinking, afraid that he
would disappear in the next second.
"It's me." He squats down and looks at her, raising his hand to wipe her tears. "I'm back."
He has lost a lot of weight. His outstanding facial features are now even more eye-catching, his
cheekbones and jaws more obvious. His eyes are not as sharp as they used to be, but suggest
exhaustion from the sickness.
Although they are still bright, Lily can feel the toll of the treatment.
However, none of that matters anymore. He is back. The man, whom she has never stopped missing,
is finally in front of her eyes.
His simple answer is enough to make Lily sob. She cries so hard that her eyes and head hurt. She
wants nothing but to feel his warmth by throwing herself into his embrace.
She is like a fish stranded on a beach in the blazing sun, and is rescued by a tide before its last breath.
She is hysterical.
Rex allows her tears to wet his shirt, wrapping his arms around her thin and trembling shoulders. He
does not say anything to comfort her. They just need to feel each other quietly at this moment.
The breeze dries her tears and chills her heart. Today, he got the final results. When he sees that all
the indicators are normal, he wants nothing but to find her immediately. He has been getting the news
about her through his subordinates, and every time he just longed to hug her in his arms.
Lily cries for a long time, blowing off all the steam over these months. Then she complains while
sobbing, "What took you so long? Do you know how much I miss you and worry about you every day?"
"I know. I know everything." He retreats a little. His gaze falls on Lily's crimson eyes and nose. Feeling
heavyhearted, he continues, "It was all my fault to put you through this. Now I'm back, and we can
leave that behind us now."
She cries a river again. Lily feels all her sorrow has an outlet now. She is both shocked and thrilled that
he has returned. It was like a dream.
"Rex, are you really not leaving?"
"Where can I go? I can't go anywhere without you. I will be right beside you." Rex feels so guilty and
smiles with regret.
Lily has been waiting for that answer for more than half a year. She has spent all her youth in this
relationship. She used to feel confused and insecure, but she has never regretted it.
With his promise, it is all worth it.
The boiling liquid accumulates in his palms, and its heat passes through his fingertips to his heart,
leaving him a pang. "Stop crying, darling. You will make me heartbroken."
Lily shakes her head, her voice carrying a strong nasal sound, "I don't want to cry, either...."
Guilty overwhelms Rex. He lowers his head and kisses her slightly pale lips. Holding her cheeks with
both hands with such devotion, he tastes her salty tears, only feeling even more sorrowful.
When she met him, she was only twenty-four years old, and that was her best year as a woman. In the
next year, they fell in love with each other, but then they were separated for five long years. In the blink
of an eye, she is already thirty years old. She is still beautiful as ever, but his sickness has touched her
countenance with sadness.
However, Lily has never complained. She has devoted herself to this relationship, and gave birth to a
healthy boy for him. He didn't even give her a decent wedding. Rex asks himself why on earth he is
worth her love. Anyone else would have left him already.
They are alone on the rooftop. After a while, Lily calms down a little. They sit side by side on the stairs.
Then Lily remembers to ask him about his health.
"Are you free of addiction?"
"Almost there. I still need to take some medicine for another six months," he says it very casually, as if
it isn't a big deal, but only he knows about the pain and suffering.
Looking at the man's pale face, Lily slowly lets out a sigh of relief. Only three words are said out loud,
"That is good."
He is back, and his illness is under control. That's enough. She has plenty of time and patience to help
him recover.
"How is your dad?" Before coming, he heard the news from Karl. Fortunately, Harry is stabilized.
Otherwise, Lily might fall apart.
"It is cerebral infarction. He needs a stent. The operation happens tomorrow."
"Don't worry. Karl won't let anything go wrong."
Lily naturally understands that. Karl is a top expert. This kind of illness is a breeze for him, so she trusts
him. But hearing it from Rex makes her more relaxed.
"Rex, can you stay with me during the operation tomorrow?" Lily turns around and asks him with an
inquiring look.
That saddens Rex. He gazes at her and strokes her head with his big palm, saying, "Idiot, of
course."
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