Crises in Love novel Chapter 329

As the white cloth was lifted, a chill breeze laced with frost spread out, revealing Evan's face.

Despite Dalton having said he'd tidied up, the sight was still shockingly grim.

The face that lay before me no longer bore the sweet features of little Evan. It was pallid, a haunting pale, with lips tinged a dark purple. Large patches of his delicate skin were damaged, and after being submerged for so long, his features were distorted in a macabre display...

Suddenly, behind me, came the uncontrollable retching of Jaylan, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps escaping the scene.

I didn't turn around or flinch; I calmly observed Evan's face, trying to recall his once bright and innocent expression.

I even surprised myself with the courage to reach out and gently stroke his now eerily dark hair.

Then I whispered softly, "Evan, don't be scared! I’m here now, though I'm late. I'm so sorry I couldn't bring you home."

His hair was cold to the touch, with a dusting of frost.

My heart was in turmoil, but it wasn't fear that I felt; it was a deep, bone-chilling sorrow.

Yet, I didn't shed another tear.

I reached for his little hand next; it was icy and stiff. It wasn’t the soft, chubby hand I once held. Still, I squeezed it gently, "Evan, the officers worked so hard to find you, to bring you out of that dark, damp place. You don't have to suffer anymore. Now you can be with your mom, never to be parted again. There are no bad guys in heaven!" I murmured to him, "You have to be happy from now on. And in your next life, make sure to pick a reliable set of parents!"

He lay there, so small, with frost rising from his body.

I saw his legs were covered in wounds, turned black from the cold, and on his feet, only one shoe!