Love Till The End of the World

Running into my ex-boyfriend after time-traveling? I've got the worst luck ever!

The male and female leads both experienced time-traveling, and they had a happily ending!

I have to admit I was a real loser. After getting dumped in a relationship, I couldn't get over it and even thought about killing myself... But running into my ex-boyfriend after time-traveling? That was just absurd!

You broke my heart in our past life, and now he was here to torment me again? Colten Lipsey! Just wait and see how I crushed him this time!

A thick fog blanketed the winding mountain highway. Quinn Watkins's lips curved into a faint smile as her right foot pressed harder on the gas pedal. When she fully depressed it, she shut her eyes without any lingering attachment, allowing a drop of clear tear to trickle down from the corner of her eye.

Quinn thought, "Colten, is this the ending you wanted? We'd been in love and relied on each other for eight years, yet you changed your heart overnight."

The fiery red roadster roared forward, shot through the guardrail, and plunged straight down the steep cliff. About three minutes later, a muffled crash and an explosion echoed through the fog. A brief flash of fire flickered and disappeared into the haze...

Chapter 1

"Ah... ah...! Can you be a little gentler?!" The screams coming from Grove Clinic, which was located in the center of Ewing Street, echoed through half the street. But none of the people passing by showed any curiosity to peek inside. It wasn't just because Grove Clinic was the best medical clinic in Crescent Bay, nor because its owner and resident physician were renowned as miracle workers. It was because these kinds of screams had become so frequent over the past two months that the locals had grown utterly desensitized.

Why? Because the young lady of Grove Clinic-who was supposed to be a sheltered maiden waiting quietly at home for a suitor-had suddenly decided to help out at the clinic. The result? Chaos and complaints from everyone involved. Yet, no one dared to kick her out. Her medical skills were extraordinary, especially when it came to treating bone injuries. Her results even surpassed those of her father, Fabian Mills. Every fracture she treated healed flawlessly, and in record time. Who in their right mind would dare to drive out such a miracle worker?

Ignoring the patient in front of her, who was writhing in pain and glaring at her with hatred, Chloe Mills calmly took the clean bandages handed to her by her maid. She secured the splint she had just set, adjusting the wooden board to ensure the bandage was neither too tight nor too loose. Throughout the process, she didn't ease up on the pressure on her hands, causing the patient to howl in agony once more.

"Chloe... Chloe, " Fabian, who was standing nearby, winced at the sight of the patient's suffering. His expression grew complicated as he glanced at his daughter. "Are you tired? Do you want to take a break?" Chloe had been working non-stop since morning, and it was now noon. How could a woman so frail bear such a heavy burden?

Without even looking up, Chloe tied a knot in the bandage, then deftly looped the remaining end around the patient's neck. She adjusted the height of his left arm to ensure it wouldn't interfere with the healing process. Finally, she extended her hand under the patient's nose, waiting until his face turned red and the patient reluctantly pulled the money from his pocket. Only then did she withdraw her hand, her expression indifferent. As her maid began tidying up the mess around them, Chloe glanced at her father and said flatly, "I'm not tired. If you're tired, you can rest."

With that, she turned to the next patient, who was trembling with tears in his eyes, clearly wanting to flee but too afraid to move. Gripping his injured right leg, Chloe gave it a firm squeeze, and another scream filled the clinic.

Fabian couldn't help but shrink back, pretending not to notice the previous patient bolting out of the clinic. With a tearful expression, Fabian looked at his daughter. "How could I be tired? I'm just worried about you."

Chloe glanced up at Fabian but didn't respond, focusing instead on the injured patient. Fabian opened his mouth as if to say more but ultimately shook his head and returned to his seat. At his consultation table, a crowd of patients had already gathered, terrified of falling into Chloe's hands.

Even without looking up, Chloe could imagine her father's expression. It must be conflicted, pained, helpless, yet tinged with pride. She didn't know much about the previous Chloe. She'd heard from the maid that Chloe had been weak since childhood and had to rest in bed to live a bit longer. She'd been bed-resting like that for eighteen years. Fabian had grown anxious about finding a match for his precious daughter. He entrusted the most famous matchmaker, Talia Tucker, to arrange a match for Chloe. The proposed family was a wealthy one in Crescent Bay, and it was said they had a young master who was also delicate and sickly.

Talia had spun tales of Chloe's miraculous healing abilities, claiming that marrying her would be like bringing a living goddess into their home, ensuring their young master would live a long and prosperous life, blessed with longevity and good fortune. Of course, the truth came out when the wealthy family's butler arrived to finalize the engagement. Furious at being deceived, he stormed out, declaring, "A living goddess? She's just a unlucky woman trying to curse our young master!" Hearing this, Fabian had been livid. Chloe, upon hearing the maid's account of the incident, was overcome with rage and fainted on the spot. When she woke up..., she was a completely different person. From that day on, she became silent and somber, barely uttering ten words a day. She also refused to remain confined to her rooms. After discovering that Grove Clinic had long been struggling financially, she overruled her father's objections and began working at the clinic as an unlicensed physician.

From that day on, she was no longer the same Chloe as before. She clearly remembered her own name and the determination that had driven her to leap off the cliff that day. But she hadn't died. Instead, she had found herself in a completely different time and place, living a totally different life. Here, there were no modern conveniences, no instant global communication, and certainly no concept of marital equality as we know it today. Yet, there was a simplicity and tranquility that gave her a strange sense of peace. She hadn't been without a struggle. She'd tried to escape, but a powerful sense told her that once she left this body, the original Chloe would also never return. Looking at Chloe's father, Fabian, who doted on his daughter to an extreme degree, and hearing about the four brothers who traveled far and wide to gather rare medicinal herbs to prolong her life, she finally decided to stay.

She still remembered the first time she looked into the bronze mirror and saw Chloe's reflection. Her mouth had fallen open, and she had stared in disbelief for a long time. She had a frail figure, a pale yet fresh-looking complexion, and timid eyes. Well, if it weren't for the familiar, slightly childish but still tough and cold-eyed gaze in those eyes, she'd almost have thought she really was Chloe.

Perhaps being Chloe would be a happier choice. At least she could pretend the pain of her past had never existed.

"Chloe, should I go find the matchmaker Talia, again?" As he tidied up the shop for the night, Fabian hesitated, holding back his words several times before finally blurting out his hope.

Ever since his daughter had woken up, he was convinced that the shock she had suffered had changed her personality. To bring her back to her old self, he believed the only solution was to settle her marriage.

How he missed the previous Chloe! Though she had spent her days confined to bed, surrounded by medicine jars, she would always greet him with a radiant smile and sweet words. But now, two months had passed, and she hadn't smiled at him even once. Chloe's smile was brighter and more radiant than the morning sun, so pure, so ethereal. But now, Chloe only looked at Fabian with cold, sidelong glances, her voice distant, as if she no longer recognized him as her father.

Just like now, she was giving him that same frosty look, her tone so icy it sent chills through his heart. "Wait, wait..." Before she could finish, a commotion outside the clinic drew both their attention. The newcomer was dressed in a flowing white scholar's robe, the fine fabric immediately betraying its high quality. A jade crown adorned his head, and his features were gentle and refined. His elegant smile radiated warmth, and as the evening breeze swept past, his robes and hair fluttered, giving him the appearance of a celestial being gracing the mortal world, if not for the fact that he was limping awkwardly.

Fabian and the others in the clinic exchanged peculiar looks, their gazes collectively shifting to Chloe, who was just about to close the last wooden panel of the door. Chloe cast a cold glance at the man, dropped the door panel, and, just as he was about to step onto the clinic's threshold, extended her slender hand right under his nose. "Payment for treatment."

The man froze, his warm, gentle gaze fixed on her delicate palm. As he stared, a faint blush crept across his complexion. He held his breath, careful not to exhale onto her hand. After blinking a few times, he looked up at her expressionless face and offered a cautious smile. "Next time... I'll pay next time..." Seeing her hand inch closer, he instinctively leaned back, forgetting about his injured leg. Losing his balance, he stumbled and fell to the floor with a yelp, breaking out in a cold sweat from the pain. Yet, he still managed to smile at her and said, "My name is Colten Lipsey. I've come to seek treatment for my leg..." His voice was clear and courteous, and even though it was tinged with hoarseness from the pain, it was still so pleasant that it could lift one's spirits.

Hearing this name, Chloe's outstretched hand trembled slightly, and her dazed eyes grew misty. But in the next moment, her expression hardened with disgust, and she resolutely thrust her hand closer to Colten's face. "Pay first!"

Colten instinctively reached into his robe, but his face quickly turned an embarrassed shade of red. With a sheepish smile, his gentle gaze grew even more disarming. "I... I left in a hurry and forgot to bring money. Next time, I promise I'll pay. Is that okay?"

Under his gaze, Chloe felt her heart soften for a fleeting moment. But she clenched her teeth and said firmly, "No!" Colten, Colten! Because of this name, she couldn't let her heart waver.

Colten's face grew even more awkward, his gentle eyes now tinged with shame. His complexion, however, became increasingly pale, and the cold sweat on his forehead turned into large, glistening drops.

Chloe lowered her gaze, forcing herself to ignore his expression, and stubbornly kept her hand extended.

"Chloe, Chloe!" Unable to bear his daughter's behavior any longer, Fabian stepped forward, tears in his eyes. "Save him first. It's the most important thing..." Fabian was terrified that if this standoff continued, this gentleman would be left permanently crippled. After all, they were doctors, bound by their duty to heal and uphold their ethics.

Chloe's calm, dark eyes first met her father's pleading face, then shifted to Colten's pale, sweat-drenched yet still smiling expression. Finally, her gaze settled on Colten's injured left leg, which lay limp on the floor. It was clearly broken. For a mere scholar, he had endured the pain to travel all this way and even bantered with her for so long without uttering a single cry of pain.

Chloe blinked rapidly, forcing away the mist in her eyes. She crouched down and placed her right hand on Colten's left leg. She didn't need to press hard to feel his body trembling uncontrollably. Colten's pain was clearly unbearable, yet he hadn't made a sound. Compared to others who would wail and scream, his composure was undeniably admirable.