Bryce O'Connor knew that no matter how much he pleaded, his Vina would never come back.

His girl had left him forever.

After leaving the factory, Bryce O'Connor still held Vina Morton's urn, his dark eyes heavy with sorrow.

Seeing him so desolate, Vina Morton's heart ached. She raised her hand to touch Bryce O'Connor's nose. "Bryce, thank you."

She had thought that after Bryce O'Connor avenged her, he would lay her to rest.

But unexpectedly, Bryce O'Connor didn't bury her. He kept holding her urn, even sleeping with it at night, cherishing it as a precious treasure.

Two days passed, and Dolph Austin couldn't bear it any longer and came to persuade him. "Sir, Mrs. O'Connor is already... gone..."

The past two days, Mr. O'Connor had been sleeping while holding Mrs. O'Connor's urn, not eating or drinking, neglecting the company's affairs. If this continued, his health would collapse. Moreover, during her lifetime, Mrs. O'Connor treated him so poorly. He couldn't understand why Mr. O'Connor still cared so much for her.

"Sir..."

"Get out!"

Dolph Austin was in a difficult position.

At this moment, Bryce O'Connor, holding Vina Morton's urn, stood up. After two days, he looked much thinner, his face full of despair. His chin was covered in dense stubble, and his deep-set eyes were bloodshot. He looked at Dolph Austin, his hoarse voice tinged with deep sorrow. "Has Master Basong arrived?"

Knowing whom Bryce O'Connor was referring to, Dolph Austin immediately lowered his head and said, "They will arrive tonight."

"Prepare everything."

"But sir..." Even if he found Master Basong, what use would it be? Mrs. O'Connor was truly dead. Dolph Austin wanted to say more, but a cold glance from Bryce O'Connor silenced him.

"Yes, sir."

After Dolph Austin left, Bryce O'Connor gently caressed Vina Morton's urn, his voice soft. "Vina, I was wrong."

"I shouldn't have let you go."

"But don't be afraid. I will find a way to ensure we are together for all eternity, never to be separated."

Vina Morton was puzzled, not understanding what Bryce O'Connor meant. But seeing him in such a desolate state, always holding her urn without letting go, she felt a deep ache in her heart.

"Bryce O'Connor, lay me to rest. Live your life well."

But Bryce O'Connor couldn't hear her words.

All she saw was him repeatedly stroking her urn, his eyes becoming increasingly obsessive.

Night fell.

Tonight, the Shan Shui Villa was unusually quiet.

Dolph Austin led an elderly monk inside. Following behind him were several young monks, all bowing their heads and quickly turning their prayer beads.

The elderly monk walked directly up to Bryce O'Connor and spoke in a low voice, "Mr. O'Connor."

Bryce O'Connor, holding the urn, looked at the elderly monk. "Master Basong, you must know why I have invited you here."

Master Basong glanced at the urn in Bryce O'Connor's arms and lowered his head in acknowledgment. "Mr. O'Connor, do you really want to use that method?"

Bryce O'Connor looked down at the urn. "Yes."

"Even if it means facing a backlash and endless suffering, you still want to proceed?"

Bryce O'Connor: "No matter the consequences, I'm willing. I just want to be with her for all eternity."

Master Basong sighed and finally agreed.

Upon hearing Bryce O'Connor's words, Vina Morton felt a jolt in her heart.

What was Bryce O'Connor planning to do?

Soon, she watched as the monks surrounded Bryce O'Connor, covering him with various talismans and chanting incantations. The scene was eerie and terrifying. At that moment, as a soul, Vina Morton suddenly felt intense pain, and soon, she lost consciousness.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already late at night.

The monks had disappeared.

Bryce O'Connor still held her urn, cherishing it.

Vina Morton heard Bryce O'Connor speak while caressing her urn, "Vina, don't be afraid. We will never be apart again."

"Master Basong said, for all our lifetimes, we are destined to be bound together."

"If you knew that I used such a despicable method to hold onto you, you would surely hate me. But Vina, I truly cannot live without you."

"Vina, I have loved you for a very long time, do you know that?"

Hearing Bryce O'Connor's confession, Vina Morton felt a shock in her heart, her eyes turning red.

Bryce O'Connor... loved her?

"Vina, are you afraid over there by yourself?" Bryce O'Connor said softly. "How could you not be afraid? My Vina is so timid. But don't worry, I will come to keep you company."

Vina Morton felt a deep unease. What did Bryce O'Connor mean by this?

Just as Vina Morton was at a loss, she saw Bryce O'Connor take out a sharp dagger from under his pillow. Seeing this, Vina Morton panicked, a horrifying thought flashing through her mind.

Was Bryce O'Connor going to commit suicide to join her?

"Vina, wait for me, okay?"

"Don't go too fast. I'm afraid I won't be able to find you."

Bryce O'Connor held the urn, his eyes red and filled with longing. He murmured, "This world without you is nothing but desolation for me."

Suddenly, Vina Morton saw Bryce O'Connor raise the sharp dagger and plunge it into his heart.

"No!"

Vina Morton screamed, trying to stop the dagger with her hand. But as a soul, the dagger passed through her hand and deeply pierced Bryce O'Connor's heart, with bright red blood quickly staining his white shirt.

"Don't!" Vina Morton cried out in agony. "Bryce O'Connor, how can you be so foolish!"

"Help! Someone help him!"

"Bryce O'Connor, call for help!"

But no one could hear Vina Morton's words, not even Bryce O'Connor.

She could only watch helplessly as blood trickled from Bryce O'Connor's mouth. Even in his state, Bryce O'Connor still held the urn tightly. His breathing grew weaker, but his face remained serene, as if death was just a trivial matter. She heard Bryce O'Connor say, "Vina, in our next life, will you love me?"

"I truly love you... so much..."

The man slowly closed his eyes, his hand holding the urn falling limply.

Vina Morton cried out in helpless agony.

"Bryce, how can you be so foolish? Why did you do this!"

Vina Morton wept bitterly, watching Bryce O'Connor die.

He said he loved her, but what about her? She had hurt him so much.

She didn't believe in his love.

Nor did she dare to face her own feelings.

All she wanted was to escape and test him.

She had been so foolish!

Bryce O'Connor's love was so deep and profound, how could she ever repay it?

Vina Morton wept in sorrow, her heart feeling torn apart.

"Bryce, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you..."

"I want to tell you, I actually like you very much too."

"If there's a next life, I will never miss you again. I will love you well."

Vina Morton felt an unbearable pain in her heart.

At that moment, it seemed as though a force was pulling her soul away. Crying, Vina Morton gradually lost consciousness.

Her soul slowly faded.

Until—

It finally vanished.