Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 817:

“Rachel, you know something?” she murmured.

“I’ve always wanted a sister—someone I could talk to, share secrets with…” A soft sigh escaped her lips.

“But having a brother isn’t so bad either. If you ever became my sister-in-law, I’d be over the moon.”

Rachel laughed, playfully ruffling Lizzie’s hair.

“Is there something on your mind?”

“Not something to share… but something to ask.”

“Go ahead.”

Lizzie scooted closer, lowering her voice.

“I just want to know… what does it feel like when you first meet someone you like?”

Rachel hesitated, her mind drifting to memories long buried.

“That was a long time ago for me. Why? Have you met someone, Lizzie?”noveldrama

Lizzie let out a dramatic sigh.

“Nope. I wish I had.” She twirled a loose strand of hair.

𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻’𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓽𝓮: 𝓰Ɐ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧿𝓬𝓸𝓶

“Living abroad, I didn’t meet many people from our country, and the ones I did? Just a bunch of spoiled rich young men. Also…”

Lizzie rested her head against Rachel’s shoulder, her voice soft as she continued,

“There’s something Allan might not have told you. I lost my sight when I was young. I always had someone looking after me, guiding me through everything. My biggest dream was to one day see the world on my own.” A wistful smile flickered across her lips.

“Someone donated corneas to me, and it’s only been a few years since I regained my vision. I haven’t had the chance to date yet, but… I really hope to meet someone like Allan someday.”

Her eyes gleamed with quiet longing as she shared her thoughts.

“You will,” Rachel said with a warm smile.

She hadn’t found perfect love herself, but she truly believed Lizzie and Natalia would.

When Rachel got home, she brought breakfast for Natalia.

The rich aroma filled the air, stirring Natalia from her sleep.

Rachel leaned in to check on her, but Natalia, startled by the sudden closeness, jerked awake.

Their foreheads collided with a sharp thunk.

“Ouch! That hurt!”

Both of them clutched their heads, wincing in pain—only to burst into laughter a moment later.

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