We Would Never Meet Again

When Clara died, the system came and spoke to her. So, she seized the opportunity to strike a deal with it and exchanged her soul for a chance to bid farewell to Ian. It gave her a time limit of seven days.

As she sat in silence, Clara gazed at the clock on the table. If Ian had looked closely earlier, he might have noticed something unusual about it.

The clock only had seven-time markers.

She reached out and pushed the hand forward by one notch while whispering softly, "Six days left."

Early the next morning, Clara went out to go to the crematorium to purchase a burial plot and an urn.

Her death had been sudden and someone had to take care of her affair after her death.

At the crematorium, when the staff learned that she was buying a burial plot for herself, they jokingly remarked, "You're so young, so why are you thinking this far ahead already?"

Clara forced a wry smile on her face, "Well, there are six days left for me."

Hearing this, the staff cast a sympathetic glance at her. He mistakenly thought that she had a terminal sickness.

However, there was not any ripple in Clara's heart. All she thought about was settling her affair as quickly as possible so she would not be a burden to anyone. Then she could say her final goodbye to Ian properly.

When she returned home, she saw Ian and Rea standing at the entrance of the house. They were welcoming guests as if they were the masters of the house.

The moment Rea spotted her, she eagerly stepped forward and said warmly, "Clara, you're finally here! I've been waiting for you!"

She naturally linked her arms with Clara's, then feigned surprise as she asked, "Oh? Don’t you know that today is my promotion celebration party, so why are you wearing all black?"

Clara froze and glanced down at her clothes. She was momentarily at a loss for what she was supposed to say.

However, before she could respond, Ian's sharp voice cut through the air. "No one forced you to come. If you're unhappy, you can leave."

He assumed she was deliberately causing trouble. After all, having attended countless banquets as the Cumberland Family's adopted daughter, Clara should have known the basics of proper etiquette.

Under his icy glare, Clara sighed and lowered her head, then took the initiative to apologize humbly, "I'm sorry. I was in a rush today and didn't have time to change my clothes."

She was so obedient and her action made Ian and Rea feel somewhat shocked. In the past, Clara had never apologized to Rea, especially in front of Ian.

"Oh, there's no need to apologize! I know you didn’t do it on purpose," Rea said with a bright smile and a flicker in her eyes as she expertly smoothed over the awkwardness.

Ian followed behind them. His gaze lingered on Clara’s back with an unreadable expression.

The atmosphere of the celebration was lively. Most of the guests were Ian’s friends. Since they knew Rea was his cherished girlfriend, they were eager to acknowledge her.

Although Clara stood quietly in the corner, oddly enough she did not feel out of place.

As the evening wore on, the guests raised their glasses for a celebratory toast.

Rea remained warm and welcoming. She even pulled Clara to the center with her. With a beaming face and laughter, she actively clinked glasses with others. "Clara, I’m so happy you came to celebrate with us! To be honest, I'm surprised you're able to come."

Clara hesitated as she stared at the clear liquid in her glass because although her body looked intact, her body remained in the condition of her death. Since her internal organs had been shattered in the accident, what kind of excruciating pain might she feel if she drank the wine? So, she just stood there motionless and she was unwilling to raise the wine glass in her hand.

The surrounding guests exchanged awkward glances and their expressions subtly changed.

When he saw the embarrassment in Rea's face, Ian's face turned cold and he looked at Clara with a warning in his eyes.