Chapter 25

In Averia, a mysterious man outside a convenience store caught everyone’s attention.

He was slender, tall, and handsome, and what stood out most were his eyes, which were even more captivating coupled with his cold features.

They were filled with loneliness, indicating it was a man with countless secrets and stories.

No one knew how fast Antonio’s heart was beating. He was so excited that he was even trembling slightly.

Ever since he knew Grace might still be alive, he had clung to this trace of hope.

For the past six months, he had been sending people searching for her globally. As long as there was a lead, he’d follow it further himself.

His wish was humble.

It didn’t matter whether she resented him or resisted him. All he wanted was for her to be alive.

A “ding” rang out.

Taking a deep breath, he finally mustered his courage and pushed open the door.

Yet instantly, his sincere hope turned into disappointment.

It wasn’t Grace.

It was just a stranger who looked somewhat like her.

He walked out of the store and looked up at the dark sky, his eyes filled with perplexity.

It was such a big world. Was his beloved still alive?

Two months later, Antonio flew abroad for the nineteenth time.

This time, he came to a flower shop in Caumar.

The owner said to him apologetically, “The lady has already left.”

Noticing the disappointed expression on his face, she felt bad and added with gestures, “Oh, she bought a bouquet of lilies of the valley.”

Antonio was stunned for a second. Then he immediately rushed out and looked around frantically in the crowd.

But no matter how hard he tried, he spotted no one with a bouquet of lilies of the valley.

It had been almost a year since Grace left.

For the past year, he had held onto hope, only to be disappointed over and over again.

Finally, he started to feel that he couldn’t hold on any longer.

Just then, snowflakes started to drift down from the sky slowly.

It was Christmas. Pedestrians on the streets walked past him in a hurry, their faces lit up with festive smiles.

Only Antonio walked aimlessly, his eyes dull, his heart empty.

He had no idea how long he had walked and where he was now. In a daze, he remembered that once upon a time, he came here with Grace.

It was also a snowy Christmas.

Back then, he held her in his arms and stuffed her hand into his coat pocket. They smiled and chatted while walking on the streets sweetly.

But now?

He had become a lost cause, and he lost her.

Finally, he couldn’t hold on any longer and had a breakdown. He stumbled and knelt in the snow.

After what felt like an eternity, a female voice rang out. “Sir, do you need help?”

He looked up and saw a blonde he had never seen before.

Deadpan, he shook his head.

However, in the next second, he trembled violently in disbelief.