Because someone's hell couldn't be shattered by the recklessness of a rookie lawyer. Because common words of comfort would be of no use.
But the Winter that Hugo observed was sincere every moment. She was always keeping her promise to Yvonne, doing her best.
As if it were all her own business, as if she knew nothing of empty promises, Winter had never once withdrawn the hand she had extended towards Yvonne.
While it might be impossible to destroy someone's hell, it might be possible to reach out and pull them into the world.
Watching Winter, he thought this for the first time.
Some might call it salvation.
It was enough just to reach out a hand.
This wasn't a grand gesture at all, so please take the outstretched hand. And never give up on living.
A woman with no blood relation was shouting this to his siblings.
It was hard to tell where such a firm and strong heart was hidden in the appearance of a woman who looked so clear and delicate.
