Crises in Love (Zora and Jaylan)

Chapter 329

As the white cloth was lifted, a chill breeze laced with frost spread out, revealing Evan's face.

Despite Dalton having said he'd tidied up, the sight was still shockingly grim.

The face that lay before me no longer bore the sweet features of little Evan. It was pallid, a haunting NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

pale, with lips tinged a dark purple. Large patches of his delicate skin were damaged, and after being

submerged for so long, his features were distorted in a macabre display...

Suddenly, behind me, came the uncontrollable retching of Jaylan, followed by the sound of hurried

footsteps escaping the scene.

I didn't turn around or flinch; I calmly observed Evan's face, trying to recall his once bright and innocent

expression.

I even surprised myself with the courage to reach out and gently stroke his now eerily dark hair.

Then I whispered softly, "Evan, don't be scared! I’m here now, though I'm late. I'm so sorry I couldn't

bring you home."

His hair was cold to the touch, with a dusting of frost.

My heart was in turmoil, but it wasn't fear that I felt; it was a deep, bone-chilling sorrow.

Yet, I didn't shed another tear.

I reached for his little hand next; it was icy and stiff. It wasn’t the soft, chubby hand I once held. Still, I

squeezed it gently, "Evan, the officers worked so hard to find you, to bring you out of that dark, damp

place. You don't have to suffer anymore. Now you can be with your mom, never to be parted again.

There are no bad guys in heaven!" I murmured to him, "You have to be happy from now on. And in your

next life, make sure to pick a reliable set of parents!"

He lay there, so small, with frost rising from his body.

I saw his legs were covered in wounds, turned black from the cold, and on his feet, only one shoe!

I turned to Dalton and asked, "Dalton, can I make a request? Could you bring me his other shoe so I

can put it on him?"

Dalton looked at me, with a complexity of emotions in his eyes, but he eventually nodded to a worker,

"Get the shoe from evidence!"

The worker left and soon returned with the shoe, handing it to me.

I took it, lifted Evan's cold, rigid little foot, and fitted the shoe, securing the strap. I adjusted his feet so

they lay together, and nodded in satisfaction, "That's better. Evan can't walk barefoot!"

I stood by his side once more, whispering, "Sweetheart, rest in peace. Don't look back; in the next life,

you must find happiness."

With one last glance at his face, which in my eyes was now clean and smiling back at me, chubby and

adorable, I pulled the sheet down gently, covering his body. Then I turned and walked away, not looking

back.

Outside, the sun was shining brightly, a stark contrast to the cold gloom within, as if it were a different

world.

Jaylan was pale, slumped against the wall, his expression one of utter shock.

His face, beaten down by fear and dread, was under the strong sunlight, beads of sweat glistening on

his forehead.

I replied indifferently, "You can wait in the car. Or, if you're busy, go ahead. I still need to speak with

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Ignoring his puzzled look, I turned back to Dalton.