Ella has been living in a state of deep despair recently. Upon hearing her words, all her strength was instantly shattered, and she began to sob uncontrollably, covering her face.

The death of Xavier had a huge impact on her. Even though she forced herself to live on, the constant longing weighed heavily on her nerves, leaving her breathless at times.

She spent every night in nightmares.

Xavier, covered in blood, appeared before her.

She watched helplessly as he was surrounded by vampire bats.

The heart-wrenching pain made her feel suffocated.

After each night of tossing and turning, she felt weak and exhausted, followed by a whole night of insomnia.

As time went by, she gradually became numb.

She knew she was falling into decadence, but the fervent longing left her feeling exhausted, unable to see any hope in life.

She knew she had let Everything down, but she couldn't control herself, gradually losing her passion.

"I'm sorry, Freya!"

Innumerable words finally converged into this sentence.

Freya held the silver needle and looked deeply at her, "This sentence is not for me, it's for... Xavier!"

In order to let Ella Anran live, Xavier used his own flesh and blood to shoulder Everyone.

It is precisely because of love to the extreme that ying can make sacrifices for the other.

But Ella, treated his redemption as a burden, and eventually let himself step toward death ying step at a time.

In this way, all of Xavier's efforts were in vain!

Ella sniffled, choked up, "I know I've let him down, but living alone is really too difficult, Freya I believe you can understand my feelings, after all you have also experienced this kind of thing, I..."

"No, even though life is hard, I have never thought of seeking peace through death, so Ella, this is not an excuse!"

Back then, she was abondoned by Freya Patrick and sent to the rural Ye family to live a life worse than an animal. Eating dog food every day, doing countless chores, and enduring various beatings and abuse from the Ye family. Living was indeed too difficult. But in that situation, she never thought of dying. Because she knew that dying would be a relief and a release from pain, while those who were alive would have to suffer because of it. Furthermore, her deep-seated vendetta meant that she had no right to die. Therefore, in her dictionary, the word 'death' never appeared. Ella was stunned! After a moment, she laughed at herself, "Yes, you have endured so bravely, even grown in adversity to become the today's Freya." "But me, having had a experience, failed to learn and grow, instead regressed further, even descending into this ridiculous state of self-indulgence. It's truly laughable to think about it."

Freya looked deeply into her eyes as he said, "No, life and love cannot be equated. Life may not crush us, but love, on the other hand, can shatter us at any moment." The reason she never thought of death was the burden of responsibility weighing on her shoulders.

But if she were to encounter love, Freya couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't tread the path to destruction. After all, once emotions seep into ying's bones, they become unforgettable, and once removed, it's as if heart and bying are being gouged out.

Therefore, after losing a loved ying, the pain would be magnified several times. Those who can endure it are like phoenixes rising from the ashes, while those who cannot... will ultimately resign themselves to decadence, eventually heading towards destruction.

Ella's situation was gradually approaching the latter. However, Freya believed that there was still a chance for redemption.

"Freya, I really envy you!" Ella looked up at the ceiling and said in a soft tying, "They say you can only see the rainbow after the storm. You met Bradley after the storm, which became your lifelong redemption. I thought I had found true love and that I could have a life like yours, but in the end, it was all in vain."

"Don't be so despairing, maybe your rainbow is already on the way." These were words spoken by Bradley, but for some reason, she suddenly took them out to comfort Ella. Even recalling the report she had seen on Bradley's phone, with the signature of 'Xavier' below. Although it was later confirmed that she had misjudged, it still raised a glimmer of hope within her. Perhaps Xavier had not died, but was living in another space with a different identity. When he has gathered enough energy, he will reappear in Ella's life. Of course, these are just her speculations, and until they are confirmed, she cannot tell Ella. Eternal despair is always better than despair after hope, as shattered hope turns into despair again. After the acupuncture treatment, Ella fell into a deep sleep.

Freya stretched lazily, got up and walked outside, only to find Bradley waiting outside the door.

"Why have you been standing here?"

At the sight of the man, Freya felt a nameless heartache and took a few steps forward to fall into his arms.

She was always grateful that this man had been by her side like a shadow.

"You didn't come out, so I was worried."

The man gently stroked her soft hair, his eyes full of indulgence. "Are you tired? Do you need me to carry you to rest?"

"Not tired!" Freya grinned. "Just chatted with Ella for a bit, moved my mouth a little. How can I be tired?"

Little did she know, in this man's heart, even if she sat doing nothing, he would still worry if she was tired or hungry.

For Bradley, Freya's happiness was his whole life.

The two of them went to the adjacent room to rest, Bradley poured a cup of warm water for her, Freya's gaze fell outside the window, not knowing what she was thinking.

After a brief silence, she suddenly withdrew her gaze, turned to look at Bradley, and asked, "Where is Xavier's ashes buried?"

After the incident with Xavier, Bradley took the ashes away, saying he took them back to the organization.

But even Ella didn't know where exactly they were buried.

The more Freya thought deeply just now, the more she discovered clues.

Bradley was stunned, not expecting her to suddenly ask this question, unsure how to answer for a moment.

"Bradley, are you hiding something from me?"

Seeing him not answer, Freya stared deeply at him.

Normally good at hiding his thoughts, he appeared as if Everyone was seen through under the gaze of those cold eyes.

"Freya, I..."

"Xavier, did he not die?"

Before she could finish, Freya interrupted her.

This feeling came out of nowhere, to the point where she couldn't help but speak out.

Bradley's fist clenched silently, his deep black eyes flashing with a dark and unclear light, as he struggled painfully in his heart.

Should he tell her the truth or not.

Then Freya continued, "In Zarovia, the report your phone received was signed by Xavier, right."