On the same night.

Benjamin and Rye were on the rooftop, their backs facing each other, with the moon in the background.

“After tonight, you’ll still have eight more days left in the 40 day time limit,” Rebecca said. “Are you planning on fighting for these eight days too even after their marriage happens?”

Benjamin’s mouth was down. “Tomorrow will be the last.”

He looked a bit thin because he hadn’t eaten anything in the past 32 days. Even though he did put food in his mouth at times to put on