His choked sobs.
His regret.
His unwillingness to let go.
That night, he was no longer the confident, powerful president of Aureate, no longer the domineering young master of the Jackson family. He was just a heartbroken boy who broke his promise and lost the girl he loved.
He wanted so badly to go back, to turn back time, to cut open his chest and show her his heart—to prove he would never make the same mistake again…
But he also knew: there was no going back.
The night felt long. So long, it pulled up countless memories of their past.
He remembered the first time he saw her—she was in her school uniform, a high ponytail swaying, her long, slender neck and glowing little face as bright and proud as a swan. She looked at him once, and that heartbeat-skipping moment was like a firewo
