Nathan Moore left, alone and solitary.
The cobblestone path, with its shadows elongated by the night lights, looked desolate and forlorn; every step he took felt unbearably heavy.
He had always known that commoners could not compete with officials.
Even if your family is rich, its wealth is insignificant compared to the power of an "official."
Especially when on others' turf.
However, he would never compromise. In such an open society, why should others dictate his happiness!
Before leaving, he held Titus Zane tightly in his embrace, and placed a kiss on her crown, his oppressed emotions making a promise, "Wait for me!" Those words were his steadfast refusal to give up.
Watching the man's figure leave the courtyard, Titus Zane bit her lower lip hard, tears sliding down once more.
