As If I've Never Loved (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 120

That day, an unprecedented cold swept through the capital. It was that very afternoon when Eloise boarded the shared carriage bound for Longfield.

Since her return to Brighton, she hadn’t gone back to her family, so riding a crowded shared carriage felt quite unfamiliar after all this time.

Eloise handed two luggage bags to the conductor who had come to take her belongings.

The conductor glanced at her swollen eyes and, with a look of pity, carried off her bags.

A few passengers, already seated inside the carriage with contented expressions—perhaps heading home or to loved ones—occupied their seats.

Eloise sank her weary body into the innermost vacant spot.

Outside the window, unmelted snow lay dirty in every corner of the streets.

Though it was winter, the perpetual shade of this area rendered everything unusually colorless.

The once-bright yellow and red hues of the buildings, likely beautiful when first constructed, were now stained black with age, and the faces of people hurrying along were uniformly stiff from the cold.

Eloise stared silently at this familiar scenery.

Of course, this wasn’t the only view she recognized.

The Royal Arch Street, with its old-world charm; the ever-bustling central square; and Hungerford in the northern part of the capital, where the murky river flowed—none of it felt unfamiliar anymore.

All the landscapes she once wandered through, tense and lost, now felt like an ordinary part of daily life.

Eloise found that remarkable—it was a moment that made her truly feel the weight of time.

“We’re departing!”

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