A few days later, a sunny morning in the city park was filled with children's voices and joyful laughter. Among the people who passed by, Nicolas' eyes were glued to the figures of Celine and Calvin who were playing in the meadow. Celine looked so beautiful in a simple dress, her face radiant, as if all the wounds of the past had disappeared. However, behind that warm smile, Nicolas knew that he himself had planted the deepest wound in the woman's heart.

"What have I done..." Nicolas whispered, his gaze fixed on Celine who was unaware of his presence. In his chest, there was a strong desire to go over,...