Reborn Through Fire

Chapter 1541

That fateful day, if he had not pushed her away for Sara’s sake, the child growing inside her might have been born safely. The memory of the unborn child caused a mist to form in the corners of his eyes. The truth was, he had driven her away not because of Sara, but because he could not bear to face her. After discovering the horrific truth about his parents’ untimely death, he was haunted by vivid images of the accident. He knew he should not blame her, and he did not. But as she had once said, it was like a persistent thorn lodged in his heart, impossible to remove.

He felt the need to step back, to give himself time to extract that painful thorn. Yet, he could not bring himself to let her go. He knew deep down that he could not live without her. So, he fought desperately to hold onto her, gripping her tightly. Even if it meant both of them would end up in anguish, he could not bear to let go of her.

He leaned back in his chair, lost in thought for a long while before finally starting the car again.

Kisa slept deeply; her dreams filled with a heavy silence. When she woke up, she was momentarily disoriented, staring blankly at the clouds for what felt like an eternity before realizing she was in a car. The driver’s seat was empty, and the back seat was equally vacant. Her heart raced as she sat up straight, scanning the scenery outside. To her amazement, she was greeted by a breathtaking sea of flowers. It was April, and the flowers were in full, vibrant bloom. Gilbert stood in the heart of the flower field, his gaze fixed on the horizon. As she slowly stepped out of the car, she recognized the field as the one Gilbert had tenderly planted for her before. She had not expected the sea of flowers to still be there, only now with a different variety of blossoms.

She approached Gilbert, her voice soft. “Did you drop the kids off at school? H

“Yep.” Gilbert nodded, turning to gently take her hand.

She tried to resist his touch, but ultimately failed and decided to just give in.

In the distance, a flower farmer diligently watered the plants, his movements both busy and fulfilled. Gilbert led her through the enchanting sea of flowers.

“You know, the world is still a truly beautiful place.”

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In the distance, majestic mountains and a river stood alongside sprawling fields. The soothing, delightful breeze of March and April enveloped them in a tender embrace. The trees and grass during this season were at their most vibrant and lush. Indeed, just as he had said, the world remained a beautiful place, as long as they chose not to dwell on the heartaches of the past.

Nestled in the center of the sea of flowers was a charming grass hut.

Gilbert guided her inside, and she remained mostly silent, her aura tinged with melancholy.

With a slight tremble in his voice, Gilbert suggested, “Let’s start over.”

This time, without waiting for her refusal, he hurriedly continued.

“Please, let’s at least try. I know you are worried about that thorn lodged in my heart, but you have to give me time. I believe that if we can overcome this hurdle, we will be just fine.’

His eyes shimmered with hope and sincerity.

Kisa averted her gaze, the storm of emotions inside her overwhelming. It was not that she did not trust him; it was just that her feelings for him had become a tangled web of guilt, love, and resentment. Sometimes, when people find themselves trapped in a dead-end, they do not know how to escape, just like how she did not know how to interact with him now.

With tears threatening to spill, she forced a smile and whispered, “To be honest, right now, when I look at you, I feel like a sinner.”

Gilbert’s heart plummeted. He realized that his efforts alone might not be enough.

At that very moment, the flower farmer ambled over, a watering can strapped to his back. He was a kind-looking gentleman in his sixties. Gazing at them with warmth, he reminisced.

“Youth is truly wonderful. There are still so many things you can do, and even regrets can be mended. Seeing you two brings me back to my younger days. I, too, once invited the person I loved to admire the flowers. Alas, we ended up parting ways because of a misunderstanding. Now, when I think back, my heart aches with regret. A regret that can never be undone,” the flower farmer murmured to himself, offering them a bittersweet smile before strolling away.

Kisa cast her eyes downward, the haunting word ‘regret’ echoing relentlessly in her mind.