Novel1Chapter 447: At 8 AM, she met up with Elsa, and by 9, they arrived at the hospital.
The morning light streamed softly through the windows, casting golden hues over the white walls.
As they stepped inside the room, Rachel paused, her breath catching at the sight before her.
Myrna sat upright in bed, her long hair spilling over her shoulders in soft waves, glowing in the sunlight like strands of silk.
Behind her, Huey combed through it gently, his touch feather-light, his expression full of quiet devotion.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThey both wore small, peaceful smiles, the kind that spoke of an unshaken bond, a love that neither illness nor tcould touch.
For a fleeting second, it was as if the hospital room, the sickness, the fear-all of it had melted away, leaving behind nothing but warmth and tenderness.
If Rachel hadn't known the truth, she never would have believed Myrna was fighting a battle with no promised victory.
And yet, that battle was very real.
Myrna turned her head slightly, a soft, knowing smile gracing her lips.
"Rachel," she murmured, her voice gentle, "is that you?" Rachel stepped inside and called out, "It's me." She set the bouquet down on a nearby table as she spoke.
The sight of the flowers instantly lifted Myrna's spirits, making her smile even brighter.
"These are beautiful. They smell amazing. Rachel, thank you for bringing them-I love them. And thank you for visiting. It really makeshappy." Ever since she fell ill, most of her relatives and friends had kept their distance, as if afraid she'd beca burden or ask for help.
Your imagination begins with galnov☐☐☐ço At first, it hurt her deeply. As tpassed and the reality of her condition set in, her perspective began to change.
"Do you like it?" Just then, Huey, who had been quiet all this time, finally spoke up. He lifted a mirror and held it in front of Myrna. Myrna took a quick look and smiled.
"Huey, you're getting really good at braiding hair. I love it." "Rachel, can you take a picture of us?" Rachel nodded and reached for her phone.
But before she could, Myrna handed her own phone over with a warm smile.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Use mine. Take a few extra pictures, I want to be able to look at them often." "Of course." Rachel adjusted the angle and was just about to take the photo.
"Wait a second!" Suddenly, Huey turned around and plucked a few flowers from the bouquet Rachel had brought. The bouquet was a colorful mix of roses, baby's breath, sunflowers, and daisies.
He carefully picked out the daisies, their small petals symbolizing m The sunshine and hope. As he gently placed the daisies in Myrna's hair, Rachel quickly snapped the photo.
It captured the perfect moment-him leaning in, adorning his beloved With flowers pure and full of love.
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