The truth was that he had fallen for Assa long ago–he’d just suppressed his feelings for her, thinking something was wrong with himself.
He hadn’t realized how he truly felt about her, not when she’d told him, for the last time, that she no longer loved him. When she’d left, when he’d gone into her room and failed to tind the love letters and drawings she’d drawn of him, when he’d come to Angleria to see her dating and eventually getting engaged to someone else….
Despite having fallen for her long ago, he’d never realized his feelings for her. But now, the teelings he’d buried deep burst forth.
Enco telt like a fist had changed tightly around his heart. It hurt so much that he couldn’t breathe. For a moment, he wanted to rush inside and grab Alyssa’s hand while he confessed his feelings for her. He knew he’d been wrong in the past; he hoped she would give him a chance to make it up to her.
However, the cruelty of reality kept him where he was. He stood there stittly, unable to move.
The snow piled onto his shoulder, and the frostiness was bone–deep. However, it couldn’t compare to the ice in his heart.
He watched as the woman who’d once loved him with all her heart stood beside another man as they exchanged sweet nothings.
Assa’s eyes were bright with joy and delight, which Enzo hadn’t seen in a long time.
He was suddenly reminded of a rainy night from a long time ago. The rain had been as heavy as the snowfall on this night.
That night, they’d also had walls and a window between them. Enzo and Nadine had enjoyed each other thoroughly before the warm closet while Alyssa had been on her knees outside in the rain. She’d watched them go at it the whole night.
That night, Enzo had watched as the despair in Alyssa’s eyes had deepened until she’d finally shut her eyes and collapsed onto the ground.
Now, he was in her shoes. He was experiencing the agony she’d been in that night. Now, he knew how torturous the pain and despair had been.
The “snowman” outside the castle soon attracted the guests‘ attention. They stood before the windows and enjoyed hot cocoa while whispering about who the mysterious man was–they figured he was an admirer.
Even Alyssa and Adrian were attracted to the window to see what had happened. She was surprised when she saw who the “snowman” was. Then, she found the situation ridiculous.
She’d heard about what had happened back home. Enzo had always considered Nadine a pure, naive angel, but now, his true love turned out to be an incarnate of evil. To make matters worse, Alyssa, whom he’d thought was cruel and heartless, had turned out to be an innocent victim.
The reversal of their images had made him realize what he’d done. That was why he’d come to Angleria to see her. That was why he was standing in the snow, doing something that he thought would prove his love for her.
Alyssa tightened her grip on her glass before looking away indifferently. When she spoke, her tone was mocking. “I probably would’ve gone to the grave without an apology from him if nothing had happened to Nadine.”
That was just what people were like. They only regretted their actions once the truth was out or once they’d lost people important to them.
Alyssa didn’t need Enzo’s belated repentance, though. She didn’t want to become entangled with him again and over these things. That would do nothing but add to her troubles. The best way for their relationship to end was by having a clean break.
Adrian didn’t say anything. He merely pulled her into his arms and held her tightly, soothing her noiselessly.
The lights in the castle went off one after another, and the cars parked in the snow gradually left. Enzo remained standing in the snow, but Alyssa didn’t come out to see him, even until the castle doors were shut.
