A Relentless Pursuit for Love
Chapter 753

Chapter 753

It felt like a wooden stick.

A hoarse, weak voice was heard uttering into his ears, “Take care of her, for me.”

Who was she?

Yale knew without having to ask. That wooden hairpin belonged to Sage. However, he had noknowledge of its history. Did the hairpin signify their past in some way? Jace had a long dream. Inhis dream, a wispy figure crouched before the tomb, sobbing endlessly. Her shoulders shivereduncontrollably. The sound of her cry was heart-wrenching. He slowly approached the tombstone.Upon having a closer look at the portrait on the tombstone, he realized it was him.

His face was serious, his brows knitted tightly together.

Jace had forgotten when the photo was taken. The figure that was weeping looked even morefamiliar, and he could picture the face just by looking at her back. It was the person he had beenyearning for, day and night; it was the person who had his soul.

Was Sage crying for him? Not only was she crying, but she was also scolding him. She had calledhim an irresponsible jerk who had always been so selfish.

Jace wanted to walk over and embrace her, console her.

She was right, and he was indeed a jerk!

She should not have cried over a jerk like himself.

Jace wanted to say something, but no sounds were coming out of his mouth. He reached his armsout to embrace her, but he caught the air instead. All he could do was watch as she wept.

Sage spat in between sobs, “How could you die just like that? Didn“t you say you want to makethings up for me? Didn't you say you want to patch things up? Come back then!”

Her cry was heart-wrenching, but her words had taken him by surprise.

What did Sage mean by that?

Would she forgive him if he was alive? “Sage!”

Jace leaped onto Sage and was once again met with nothing but air. Sage had disappeared beforehis eyes.

Jace opened his eyes,

The moment he woke up, he felt as if his entire body had been crushed under a rock. The sensationsof pain and helplessness had completely taken over him. His vision was blurry at first before thingsslowly came clear.

“You're awake?”

He was shocked by the familiar voice and face. *Mister Jack?

It was his art teacher from back in the day. It seemed like he had indeed passed on. But where washe? Was he in heaven or hell?

Jace opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out of his mouth. Had he died and becomemute? Jack pointed to his throat and said, “You've just woken up. Your vocal cord is still recovering.Give it some time, have some water.” He dipped cotton with water and dabbed it on Jace's lipsbefore squeezing some liquid into his mouth,

Jace gulped like he had been dehydrated for centuries. He wanted to raise his head up but failed todo so.

He looked like a puppet without its master. He was once again paralyzed, just like four years ago.Why did he have to go through it again after he had died? Waves and waves of thoughts rushedthrough him, and two sets of footsteps were heard approaching him. A man and a woman walkedinto the room. “You're awake,” the woman said.

Jace's body twitched as his eyes widened upon seeing her face. S... Sage!