Upon hearing these words, Jett Sterling felt as if his heart had been pricked by needles.
He had always believed that tears were not sothing a man should have, yet he could no longer control himself.
His hands trembled uncontrollably, causing his shoulders to shiver slightly as well.
At this mont, he felt like a bastard.
If he hadn’t believed Chloe Nash’s lies back then, she wouldn’t have run to the war zone, nor would she have left her life there, making them now separated by life and death.
Jett angrily slapped himself, a deeply hoarse sound escaping his throat.
"Chloe, I’m sorry."
He didn’t know what to say at that mont.
No matter how many apologies he uttered, they all felt pale and powerless, unable to bring Chloe back to life.
The girl who loved him deeply had completely left this world because of his family’s threats.
Yet despite everything, she had no hatred toward him, still loving him in her heart.
Chloe’s love made Jett feel ashad and filled with remorse.
If when Chloe proposed breaking up, he had considered the reasons more, they would not have ended up like this.
If upon learning she went abroad, he had imdiately gone after her.
Even if he had followed her to the battlefield, he wouldn’t have let Chloe co to harm.
All of this was because of him; it was he who caused Chloe to lose her life so young.
He was also the one who let her suffer so much grievance.
Thinking of these things, Jett’s tears flowed even more fiercely.
Seeing him in such pain, Sienna Paxton also began to cry.
There was guilt toward Chloe and also sympathy for Jett.
She took a diary out of her bag, a diary Chloe had written in the war zone.
She had always carried it with her like a treasure.
In her dying monts, she had still tried to touch it with her blood-stained hands.
There were still traces of her blood on it.
Sienna’s voice was sowhat choked: "This is Chloe’s diary from the war zone. The stories inside should all be about you two. I haven’t opened it. Before she left, Chloe told if I could make it back alive to bring this diary back, but not to give it to you. She said she didn’t want you to feel sad, she just wanted the diary to be a little closer to you.
No matter how dangerous it was in the war zone, she always carried this diary. I think she wanted, not knowing when she might sacrifice, to have your stories accompany her when she left.
At the mont she closed her eyes, her hand was still stroking it. I could see her reluctance, her love for you."
Seeing this diary, seeing the bright red bloodstains on it, Jett felt as if his skin was being eaten by countless insects, unbearably painful.
He took the diary with trembling hands, his pale fingers gently caressing the bloodstains on it.
With a trembling voice: "Chloe."
Seeing this was like seeing Chloe Nash.
Jett carefully opened the diary, the first page read.
South Wind Warm.
Seeing these four words, Jett suddenly choked up.
Tears dripped down onto the diary.
This was his and Chloe’s couple na, given by their classmates on the campus forum.
At that ti, their story had shocked the entire campus, even the teachers smiled and asked when they would get married.
Both were equally capable, visually matched, and had compatible personalities.
Everyone who saw them said they were a match made in heaven.
But this pair, envied by all, broke up the year Chloe graduated.
Chloe took all the bla for the breakup, intentionally finding a childhood friend to help her act.
She purposely let people spread rumors about her cheating on Jett behind his back.
At that ti, many girls stood up for Jett, cursing Chloe on the forum.
Recalling these monts, Jett only felt deeply heartbroken.
He turned another page, seeing Chloe’s neat handwriting.
July 28th, Sunny
Today is the fifty-eighth day since I broke up with Jett Sterling and also my first day at the war zone.
Buddha said that saving a life can accumulate good fortune for oneself.
Today I saved two people, hoping to send this good fortune to Jett.
I hope he forgets about and lives well.
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