Ivy sighed and stroked Simba, who was in her arms. She appeared to have finished speaking with him. Nonetheless, Wyatt refused to give up.

'How could I have given up so quickly? That stab in the heart was well-deserved!'

Wyatt tried valiantly to smile and appear warm. He looked down and took a photo from his pocket that he had been staring at for a long time.

Because he had been pinching it so hard, his fingertips had turned white.

Ivy had previously saved his life, but she had never mentioned it.

Wyatt did not believe she would truly forget all of her feelings for him.

"Ivy, I still owe...