Chapter 6
“But when I think about it, wasn’t I just as stubborn? I wasted my entire life on her,” Quinn’s tone sounded distant when he said this.
It was as if he were recounting someone else’s story. However, I knew he was just as hurt as I was.
I patted his shoulder and said, “You don’t need to say more understand.”
That understanding only made me feel more for him.
Quinn kissed my forehead softly and suddenly said, “Actually, that day… I saw it.”
“Saw what?” I asked while sitting up slightly, only for him to gently lift my chin and kiss me deeply.
“When you used a handkerchief to cover the tear in my shirt, I saw it,” he murmured.
In my past life, Quinn had died from cancer.
Unlike other cancer patients, he seemed almost peaceful in death, as if he had merely fallen asleep.
Just beyond the wall, Sadie had been complaining to someone.
“He was such a selfish man, leaving me a widow at such a young age. My life has been so miserable.”
Standing by his coffin, I noticed his shirt had a tear in it. The sight made my chest tighten painfully.
This man had so many admirable qualities, yet his marriage was a tragedy, and his life was filled with loneliness.
However, Sadie was my best friend, so I did not feel I could say anything.
I pulled out a handkerchief I had on me, folded it neatly, and tucked it into his shirt to give him a final semblance of dignity.
Thinking of that moment, Quinn’s voice grew thick with emotion. He held me tightly, deepening the kiss. As his emotions overwhelmed him, tears slipped from his eyes.
“Ren… thank God for you… This time, let’s live our lives well,” he whispered.
After holding him for a long time, I teased him, “Your jokes are so outdated. Still going on about ‘digging in the little garden‘? How old is that?”
