186 From the Beginning to Now (Three Watches)_3

My kiss is destined not to reach my beloved

I've been waiting for you from the beginning till now

But it still seems near impossible

Can love simply be handed over to someone else?

But fate dictates I can't keep the one I love

How could I possibly admit it willingly?

You're the one I shouldn't have loved.

...

Once, this song was her favorite.

As if by fate, the radio played this song as he remembered her.

At the crossroads, at the traffic light, the red light came on, and Harlan Palmer stepped on the brake and looked out the window.

Snowflakes danced in the wind.

She loved snow very much.

He had once jokingly said, "Snow pales in comparison to you— not as beautiful, not as cold, not as pure white..." As he spoke, he playfully reached out to touch her.

And how did she treat him then? She simply kicked him in the chest.

Recalling those times, Harlan's lips slightly curled up, but there was a lingering bitterness between his brows.