NovelEnglishChapter 424
Snow fell heavily outside, blanketing everything in a layer of white and merging with the endless gray sky in the
distance. Dylan's fingers were intertwined with Clara's, and his palms radiated a warmth like a quietly bubbling
volcano.
Clara didn't want to be too strict with Dylan, especially since he was sick. She figured she'd let him have his way
for now. Tseemed to drag on, and his fever was only getting worse instead of better. Finally, she couldn't sit
still any longer and decided to give him more water.
Dylan slowly opened his eyes, which were hazy, like he was lost and had no clue what was going on. "Mr. Dylan,
Aiden's gone off somewhere. Letdrive you home. Even if we don't have medicine there, at least you'll be
more comfortable lying down."
Instead of agreeing, Dylan loosened his tie, as if he were overheating from the inside. Clara quickly reached over
to cover his collarbone and retied the tie. Normally, Dylan was all about neatness, always buttoning his shirt all
the way up.
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As she adjusted his tie, she thought about driving back right away, not waiting for Aiden. But then Dylan's hot
hand suddenly rested on hers. "We're not going back,” he said, his voice raw and almost breaking. "There are
cherry blossoms nearby. Did you know?"
Clara couldn't remember where they were, convinced he was talking nonsense because of the fever. "Okay,
cherry blossoms. If you want to see them, I'll go pick sfor you." She was just trying to humor him, but his
eyes lit up unexpectedly. "Yes."
"Seriously?" Clara was taken aback. In this freezing weather, he really thought she'd find cherry blossoms? "Mr.
Dylan..."
She meant to let it slide, but he released her hand and stared coldly out the window. "Go find them." Clara
looked at his profile. His hair was damp, and even the corners of his eyes were moist, his cheeks flushed-a
vulnerability she'd never seen in him.
Taking a deep breath, she opened the car door. "I'll look. If | can't find any in ten minutes, I'm coming back.
You're feverish, and it's dangerous to be alone in the car. | can't leave you like this." His lips curled slightly, his
lashes lowered. "Alright."
The snow outside was thick, and as Clara stepped into it, she could hear it crunching beneath her boots. She
started toward the distant forest but couldn't shake her worry for Dylan, so she looped back to his car window
and knocked.
Dylan slowly rolled down the window. His cheeks were still flushed, and his hair was tousled by the wind. Clara
had initially planned to fake a search and bring back anything. But there was something about Dylan. In this icy
landscape, he seemed like a mysterious figure cloaked in red.
He didn't have to say anything; just his presence made her want to do anything for him. Clara never thought
she'd feel a hint of sympathy for him. She quickly looked away, advising, "Roll up the window and stay put. I'll
find them, don't worry."
With that, she marched into the snowy expanse. She thought Dylan's mention of cherry blossoms was just
feverish rambling, but after several minutes of walking, she actually found a cluster of cherry blossoms at a
crumbling wall corner.
The blossoms were a vibrant red, striking against the snowy backdrop. Clara was surprised. How could there be
cherry blossoms here? She hurried over to pick them, but as her hand touched the flowers, memories flashed in
her mind.
In a dark cave, two children huddled together for warmth. Her fingers trembled, and she looked around,
instinctively heading in one direction. After about twenty meters, she found a pit, and her heart pounded
violently as if something hit it.
It felt like a scene from a dream. In that dream, she and a little boy were trapped in a cave, the boy's body ice-
cold. The next day, she cut her skin to feed him her blood. Clara stood at the pit's edge, peering down.
The pit was deep. She already knew the boy was Z. But how did Dylan know about this place? She stood there,
her mind a mess. Only when her feet went numb from the cold did she remember Dylan was still in the car.
Quickly, she turned back, picked the cherry blossoms, and headed toward the car. But then a conversation
echoed in her mind. "Don't die on me. The cherry blossoms here in winter are beautiful. I'll pick them for you,
okay?"
"Hey, can you hear me? Don't die yet. I'm giving you my blood; don't spit it out." Clara took a few steps, rubbing
her temples, the boy's voice echoing again. "Will you really givethe cherry blossoms?"
"Of course. They're a gift from nature. Once | pick them for you, they're yours." "Hmm, then you must
remember."
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