Reborn, I Stopped Begging for Love, Then They Cried With Regret Chapter 08

Reborn, I Stopped Begging for Love, Then They Cried With Regret Chapter 08

“I never got to go anywhere when I lived with Grandma, and in my previous life, even after I chose

Dad, I never once left the state.”

Grant nodded and pulled out his phone.

“All right. Where do you want to go?”

I thought about it.

“Snowy mountains, the ocean, and a lively festival.”

The next day, the house was busy with preparations.

Mom stood in my room with several large suitcases, packing my clothes.

She folded a heavy winter parka and tucked it into one corner.

“It’ll be cold in the mountains. We need to bring this windproof one.”

I sat on the edge of the bed and watched her move around the room.

“You don’t need to pack that much. A couple changes of clothes are enough.”

Mom paused with her back to me.

“No. If you get too cold, your headaches could get worse.”

She turned around and slipped a pill organizer into my travel bag.

“I sorted your medication by dose. I’ll remind you when it’s time to take it.”

I looked at the redness around her eyes, and something in me ached.

“Thank you.”

Mom managed a strained smile and reached out to smooth my hair.

“I’m your mom. You don’t have to thank me.”

Tessa came in carrying a large bag.

“I bought a ton of snacks for the trip.”

Our flight landed in a city at the base of the snowcapped mountains.

We rented an RV and headed up the winding mountain road.

Outside the window, everything was blanketed in white, so pristine that just looking at it made me

feel calmer.

I leaned against the window and watched the mountain peaks stretch across the distance.

Evan handed me a cup of hot cocoa. The warmth seeped through the paper cup.

“Drink this. It’ll warm you up.”

I took it, feeling the warmth spread from my palms through the rest of me.

“Thank you.”

The RV stopped at a scenic overlook halfway up the mountain.

I opened the door, and cold air rushed over me.

I took a deep breath. Even the dull ache in my head seemed to ease a little.

Grant stood beside me, looking out at the view.

“How does it feel?”

I gazed at the snow-covered peaks, my voice soft.

“It’s so quiet. It feels like the whole world has gone silent.”

Mom came over and pulled a knit hat onto my head.

“It’s windy. Keep your head warm.”

That night, we stayed at a mountain inn near the base of the mountain.

The cheerful, heavyset innkeeper brought over a steaming pot of beef stew.

“This is the house specialty. It’ll warm you right up!”

She noticed how pale I looked and nudged the pot of stew closer to me.

“You look a little frail. Eat some more. You could use the strength.”

I stared helplessly at the mountain of beef in my bowl.

“Thank you, but I can’t eat that much.”

The innkeeper waved me off with a hearty laugh.

“You need to eat well if you want the energy to have fun.”

Tessa picked the fatty pieces of beef out of my bowl with the serving spoon.

“Her stomach can’t handle greasy food. It’ll make her throw up.”

The innkeeper immediately understood.

“Oh, I should’ve asked. I’ll make you some sautéed vegetables instead.”

I looked at Tessa.

“Thank you.”

Tessa turned her face away and put a lean piece of beef into her own bowl.

“No big deal.”

In the middle of the night, my headache came back.