"Look, you stopped me again. I have already said it several times, and I don't have much time to say it. This is probably the last time I see you. In fact, there are a lot of things I have not said." There was no arrogance or sarcasm in Candace's tone.

She always wanted to say it, but she never had a chance.

It seemed that she really wanted to say something, because the lament that she harbored over the years was only now sprouting.

At the end of one's life, there would be a lot of emotions, and one would just want to blurt them all out.

Timothy was at the front, driving the car, and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. His eyes were filled with pain and regret.

He did not look back, nor did he look at her.

But Candace, who was sitting in the back row, had seen through the rearview mirror that his eyes were filled with pain.

She raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and there was an awareness in her eyes.

"Timothy, after so many years, we are able to talk peacefully for a while. In fact, this is something worthwhile in one's life."

"I used to think that there wouldn't be a moment of peace when we met again, but now, it seems that you can take me out of the hospital. I'm really relieved."

"Look, there are many possibilities in life, and enemies will meet again. No matter how bad it was in the past, it can always be mediated."

"Don't say these words to me," he said. His voice was very low and hoarse, and it seemed that he was trying to control his emotions.

"What else can I say? It's strange. I really want to speak, but I don't know what to say. I think this is probably due to me being awkward." Candace seemed to be telling him, but it also seemed like she was talking to herself. "Very few people can make me speak calmly in recent years."

"That's because your heart is dark." Timothy couldn't help but say, "You didn't want to open your heart."

"Yes. I have always been on guard and will never be completely open to anyone. I have developed this since I married Anderson." She said frankly, "So every time, I would think that if I didn't break up with you, if the child in my belly is Anderson's and not yours, will I not have this habit?"

He tightened his grip on the steering wheel even more, exposing the veins on the back of his hand. "Will you be willing to grow old with a man? I'm afraid you're not."

She laughed, as if mocking him or herself. "Timothy, look, when a person is about to die, he will think of the past. I've been thinking about it recently, and especially when I look at Grace, I will think of you."

"I didn't intend to tell her who her biological father is, but I needed to leave the hospital today, so I got you here."

"If you take me away, I will tell you about your daughter to return the favor."

"Timothy, what kind of life would I have if we never broke up?"

He closed his eyes. A deep wrinkle furrowed between his eyebrows, and his eyes were filled with remorse.

"There is no point in wondering about any hypothetical situations. We have been separated for a long time, and there is no possibility of such a reality."

Candace smiled, as if she didn't hear what he said. She tilted his head slightly and looked at him in the rearview mirror. "Then why do you look like you are in so much pain and have a lot of regrets?"

He suddenly froze and thought of the rearview mirror. He looked at Candace from the rearview mirror, and his eyes met her sharp gaze.

He was furious. Originally, he was very sad and remorseful, but he didn't expect her to see it.

"Don't be angry." She smiled gently and said, "Frankly speaking, I won't laugh at you. It's impossible for people to not make mistakes in their life. Some people may not be able to rectify their mistakes in their lifetime, and some may just smile at their mistakes and let them go."

He couldn't utter a single word. All the anger was pent up in his eyes. He had reached a certain level, but he couldn't vent it.

"Perhaps there is only one man or woman in life, and no one can achieve that ever. A person's heart is always greedy." She tilted her head again and said with a smile, "I once fantasized of staying with you from the beginning till the end, into old age!"

The sudden brake emitted a sharp creaking sound.

The car pulled up to the side of the road. Neon lights were flashing on the street, and Candace was flung forward. She almost fell off her seat.

She pushed the back of the chair in front of her and re-set her body.

Timothy couldn't help but turn back. He looked at her, and his eyes were full of complicated emotions. He said in a deep voice, "What did you say just now?"

She looked straight into his eyes and did not avoid eye contact. She looked straight at him and said, word by word, "I said that I have thought of growing old with you."

Buzz!

It was as if his mind had exploded, and he could not come back to his senses for a long time.

It felt as if a wound exploded in his heart, and blood was seeping out from it and was leaking to every part of his body.

The deep regret and resentment filled his heart, and Timothy's cold face finally showed some emotions.

He held his breath and couldn't open his mouth. He took a deep breath after a long time, as if he had come back to his senses. The scars on his face were getting bigger and bigger. He looked at her with a bitter smile, and his deep eyes were gradually filled with mist.

He felt that the woman in front of him was like an old woman, no longer like she used to be, but obviously, she was so embarrassed. When he heard her say this, he still felt sad. "Timothy," she murmured, "Let's go to the flower field. If we don't go now, they will catch up with us!"

Like a reminder, she still kept her senses and looked at him. "Let's go to the flower field quickly."

He calmed down a little and drove the car again.

Along the way, Candace leaned against the back seat of the car, staring out of the window, and then turned her head to look at the man driving in front of her.

Timothy had been holding the steering wheel tightly. He frowned and his eyes were getting colder and colder.

The flower field she was going to be the place where he had met her for the first time.

Candace was planting flowers there. It was also where Timothy helped a farmer to build a house. He was 19, and she was 18.

They met there, and it was where their relationship started.

Now that she was in such a situation, he couldn't refuse her.

Even though they had been separated for many years, he could not refuse such a request from a dying person.

Timothy told himself that it was not about feelings; it was just a favor.

However, how could he deal with the sorrow and regret in his heart?

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