Cannot Bear To Let Go Of My Rich Wife
Chapter 650 - 668: Even in Death, I Will Accompany You (1)

Chapter 650: Chapter 668: Even in Death, I Will Accompany You (1)

The temple was the same, only the visitors had changed. She bought an entrance ticket, and as she walked in, she thought about how the last time she came, Percy Stanton was right behind her, an awareness she chose not to acknowledge by looking back.

This time, she was alone. She couldn’t help but turn around to look back, her heart filled with unspoken sadness.

She followed the same path as before, revisiting the old landmarks and repeating all the things she had done the previous time. In the last temple, after her prayer, she found the old nun standing at the exit.

Isabel Smith remembered her as the nun who always collected the incense and wish money.

She had made a wish last time, and she made one again on this visit.

The old nun would record the names of those who donated. When she saw the money that Isabel Smith handed over, she began to flip through her thick logbook.

Isabel drifted her eyes over the book and suddenly said, "Wait a moment."

Surprised, the old nun looked up at Isabel, who then reached out, turned the pages back two, and found her name.

Full Name: Isabel Smith.

Wish: Heart’s desires met.

Amount: 100 dollars.

However, her attention was not on her name, but the one listed below hers.

Full Name: Percy Stanton.

Wish: Isabel Smith.

Amount: 100 dollars.

Wish: Isabel Smith.. only a simple three words, encapsulating all his desires.

Isabel’s fingers trembled slightly, before slowly moving away and passing her money to the old nun. As the page was turned to the last blank page, she picked up the pen and wrote her full name, her wish, and the amount.

These were: Isabel Smith, Percy Stanton, 100 dollars.

The moment Isabel put down her pen, she felt an indescribable sense of calm in her heart. Leaving the temple, she was greeted by the sight of Maylin Forest in the distance. It was Spring Festival, and the plum blossoms had already withered. She stood there, gazing for a while before wandering aimlessly. She ended up at the Wishing Hall.

The hall was still filled with red ribbons. Isabel recalled how she had sincerely apologised here once, apologised to her deceased child.

Just as before, she bought a red ribbon and wrote the same sentence Percy had once spoken to her on it: Hold your hand, and grow old with you.

She was holding the red ribbon, stepping on a ladder to tie it to the tree trunk. With so many red ribbons already hanging there, it took Isabel quite a while to find a spot. She raised her hand and tied the ribbon there.

The ribbon was a bit long and intertwined with another. When Isabel reached out to untangle it, she inadvertently saw another ribbon.

Was it destiny, coincidence, or divine arrangement?

The other ribbon was Percy’s.

The red ribbon had faded from exposure to the rain and wind, but the black words on it remained strikingly clear.

His calligraphic brushwork was smooth and elegant.

However, what truly struck her were the words written on it: Look into my eyes, and I’ll remember you my entire life, hold on to my love, in this existence and beyond.

Isabel, no distance can compare to my love for you.

Her hard-won tears suddenly rained down.

In this life and the next, hold on to my love.

Hold on to my love...

Look at the man— who even in her reminiscences— could move her so profoundly.

"Miss, are you done hanging it?" The person standing below saw that Isabel wasn’t moving and couldn’t help but urge her on.

Isabel came back to her senses, quickly wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, climbed down from the ladder, then walked through the crowd and left.

She wandered aimlessly, her head filled with thoughts of Percy.

The more she thought, the more fiercely her tears flowed.

She had never been this tearful before. Yet, why couldn’t her tears stop now?