The sound of Kirpa, Kiya, and Timur talking was heard from the kitchen.

The old man’s stable voice, mixed with the innocent voices with nothing to worry about, somehow stood out.

Cade drew his head down without saying a word.

Cade was in a hurry. He didn’t have time to look around her, thinking he couldn’t miss Abella again, so he just went straight ahead as he looked at Abella. compulsively.

With an excuse that it was for Abella, he didn’t tell her anything. He didn’t have a choice

In fact, he may have been more afraid ofAbella. He feared that Abella might leave Cade once she found out all about it.

And eventually Cade lost Abella.

Arsene glanced at Cade, lost in his thoughts, as if he wasn’t expecting an answer, and bit his lip.

“It looks like it will snow more.”

Arsene, who checked outside, got up. There was no more role for Arsene to play here.

“I’ll just go back.”

“What about Abella?”

Arsene shook his head at Cade’s heavy question.

There was no place for Arsene in Abella’s life.

His entitlement for meddling with Abella was then lost, which drove her to her death. He didn’t admit it and just struggled all this time.

Because he doesn’t want to admit that he helped ruin Abella. Arsene answered slowly.

“Now I have decided not to put any meaning to anything. I wish Abella a speedy recovery.”

Empty, lifeless eyes grazed Cade.

As Arsene was about to leave, Kirpa from the kitchen came out, wiping his hands on his apron. He asked, holding Arsene.

“.... I didn’t say I was going to eat.”

“It’s okay. I will eat it, Kirpa.”

Arsene shook his head and threw himself into the late evening’s fierce snowstorm. Cade grabbed his head.

Arsene seemed to have his mind eased. No, he seemed to have given up. Cade wiped his face with a bitter smile.

*

Abella blinked her eyes. The voices that were being heard were cut off.

Abella, who had been listening to the story while holding her breath, grabbed her forehead and exhaled a long breath.

It was only then that she noticed. The fact that she hadn’t been able to breathe properly until now.

‘I’m sorry.....’

Arsene said that he regretted it. The past, when he did not hesitate to drive her to death in order to take Abella.

Abella rolled her eyes down.

What kind of arrogance does he have?

He believed that others could make Abella happy. So does Abella regret it too?

Of course she regrets it. She regrets putting off the weight of her memories on others, and regrets not trying to improve herself.

She just sat there, ran away and avoided the gaze of others.

When she returned to Timur, she never had a social gathering and she minimized her interactions with others.

Unbeknownst to her, Abella was pushing herself into solitude.

She never made an effort to get better.

Abella’s lips trembled.

“I’m sorry.”

Damn it.

“I regret it.”

It feels like her heart is split in half.

“I’m sorry too.....”

Abella buried her face in her palm. What the hell was she doing?

If only she had another chance.

If Abella turns back time this time too.

She’s not sure she’ll do well this time around.

Didn’t Cade tell her? It was the first time so it was still a mess.

‘Every time you turn back time, 15 years are shortened. If you touch time one more time, 30 years will be reduced. You’re cutting down on your life force to get new opportunities.’

Skellus boldly warned Abella.

30 years.

It had no value. Wouldn’t it be better for Arsene to live to pass the time and die, rather than for Cade to live in regret for the past, and for Abella to live without dying?

If she could be happy even for a short time, wouldn’t it be worth sacrificing 30 years?

A pitiful light lingered in Abella’s purple eyes.

She wiped the tears from her skinny face with the palms of her hands.

She found the answer in an unexpected place. The key that Abella held will be another opportunity for them.

Abella opened the door and came out. There was a savory smell coming from the kitchen. Cade greeted her as he sat alone at the table. Abella seemed to know that the smile on his hard-skinned face didn’t look happy in the slightest.