Belle looked up.

Under the warm autumn sun, she opened her eyes and gazed at the place she had been forty-five days ago.

Everything was as usual.

Even she and Victor were as usual.

Victor walked over, disheartened. “Belle, can’t you give me one more chance?”

Belle looked at him. “Go inside.”

She turned her gaze away and walked in.

But as she turned her head, her eyes grew moist. She simply ...