White Rose

Aleandro knelt and placed a white rose bouquet on the grave. He knelt beside the mound of dirt, oblivious to the fact that his body was drenched in rainwater.

“Yuriel...” Aleandro gently stroked Yuriel's name on the tombstone, as if he were touching the skin of the woman in his memories. He seemed to be able to see a smiling face in front of her. In a hoarse voice, he said. "It’s all my fault. You are free to hate me and leave me. But I can't...you can’t leave me like this and then never return…"

Aleandro had a sad expression on his face. Looking at the grave, tears welled up in his dark eyes. His heart couldn't accept Yuriel's departure.

"I'm sorry I locked you up and made you suffer."

Aleandro could still see the look of rage, disappointment, and hurt in Yuriel's green eyes when he locked her in the villa and tortured her. Under his torture, the smile that had always graced her beautiful face with arrogance was gradually replaced with hatred, pain, and terror. Her eyes gradually los