Once a choice is made, one should not regret it. If regret is inevitable, then one should not have made such a choice in the first place.
...
After finishing the IV drip, Rachel sat in Kingsly's car, her gaze fixed on the scenery outside the window.
Kingsly drove himself, his expression as cold and aloof as ever, radiating an innate sense of detachment and severity.
The car was silent, the surrounding landscape receding at a steady pace.
Kingsly was the first to break the silence.
"Is there no room for reconciliation?" he asked her, his low voice slightly hoarse.
She didn't turn around.
After a long time, she finally responded, "The past is like a nightmare, impossible to erase."
At that moment, Kingsly's dark eyes narrowed deeply.
He didn't speak again, nor did she, and the car fell into a prolonged silence.
...
The car finally stopped at the civil registry office in the city.
As soon as the car came to a halt, Rachel got out.
