Old Master Lawrence put away the mories on his face, composed himself, and the photograph under his fingertip was so close, with the girl in the photo smiling as brightly as ever.
Sixty years have passed, and she just lies here quietly, her eyes as brilliant as the stars have never faded.
"You must be tired of seeing , Autumn, and you probably don’t even want to see again, let alone in my current state. Recently, I often dream of you, and you must be reminding that your birthday is coming soon. Luckily, I did not miss your birthday. I promised you that I would be with you on every birthday of your life. I’ve broken so many promises to you, but fortunately, I didn’t break this one. Otherwise, when I go to where you are, how could I face you..."
On his usually steely and strong face, a rare smile appeared, with his lips slightly upturned, and Enna Clark seed to see a handso man standing in front of the tombstone through his aged face.
"You loved spring so much, over there it should be like spring all year round with no more dreary rainy days that you hated. Do you still like white roses, or have you found a new favorite flower?"
"If you’ve found a new favorite flower, rember to tell in my dreams. If I can co here again next year, I’ll definitely bring it for you."
Old Master Lawrence’s hand caressed the tombstone, and he looked at the photo on the tombstone with eyes as tender as if he were looking at his beloved, "Autumn, I often wonder if the biggest mistake of my life was not refusing you in the first place. I knew we couldn’t be together, but I indulged my own selfishness and allowed you to approach secretly. It was because of my selfishness that you left this world so early. Were you very disappointed in before you left? Probably... If you weren’t so disappointed, you wouldn’t have chosen to leave in that way. Autumn, I always wonder, if I had just refused you from the start, refused the bouquet you gave , would your life have been more brilliant without ..."
Enna Clark didn’t know why she felt a heavy, suffocating pain in her chest upon hearing his aged, low murmurs. Especially seeing the always tough old man reveal such a vulnerable deanor made her feel even worse. Not wanting to disturb the old man’s murmured conversation, she quietly moved the umbrella closer to keep the drifting rain from falling on him...
Old Master Lawrence stayed in the cetery for an hour before turning to leave.
Before leaving, he didn’t forget to take away the eleven nearly-wilted white roses in front of the tombstone.
Enna Clark knew from those roses that he had definitely arranged for soone to bring fresh white roses every day.
Because today was his annual day to co here, the person in charge of delivering the roses didn’t co, which was why there was that bundle of nearly-wilted flowers in front of the tombstone.
"Let’s go." Old Master Lawrence cast one last glance at the tombstone, then turned his head to Enna Clark and said.
"Mm." Enna Clark held the umbrella, one hand supporting him, gently reminding him, "Grandpa, be careful of the steps."
Old Master Lawrence, holding that no longer vibrant bouquet, walked away from the cetery step by step.
He walked steadily, and without looking back, one would never see the sorrowful expression he had shown before the tombstone. If Enna Clark hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, she would have thought it was all just her imagination.
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