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By the ti Dawn Sutherland arrived at the cetery, more than half an hour had passed. The whole cetery was desolate and quiet, with snow silently falling from overhead. Dawn shut the car door and quickly entered the cetery.
Upon entering, Dawn’s gaze fell on a slender figure within the cetery. Just one look, and Dawn recognized the person, his expression heavy as he moved his legs forward.
Daisy Grant was standing in the cetery, holding an umbrella and wearing a black trench coat. The entire cetery was unusually quiet, as snowflakes fell.
Walking closer, Dawn saw a face thin and pale from days of absence, his voice deep and hoarse: "Daisy..... I’m late."
How could fate play such a cruel joke? Uncle Grant passed away on the day of their wedding.
Standing in front of the tombstone, Daisy looked at the photo of her father, her eyes deep red, not responding to Dawn, as if she hadn’t heard.
With a heavy heart, Dawn seriously bowed three tis before Roo Grant’s tombstone, "Uncle Grant, I’m late."
Holding onto the umbrella, Daisy’s tears slowly flowed down, biting her trembling lip, and said in a deep voice word by word: "Brother, I didn’t expect our wedding to turn into my father’s funeral."
Dawn’s body slightly trembled, looking at the pale face under the umbrella, "I’m sorry."
He shouldn’t have left her alone at the wedding venue, and even more so, shouldn’t have arrived so late to be by her side, letting her sink alone in the pain of losing a beloved parent.
With a faint smile, Daisy’s face looked almost translucent, her eyes filled with deep-seated pain and sorrow, her voice so light it seed surreal, "Brother, you see, I truly have nothing left."
"Daisy, you still have....."
Dawn hadn’t even uttered the word ’I’ before seeing Daisy’s face stained with self-mockery, her eyes deeply looking at him, with a penetrating force that looked into the depths of his gaze.
Dawn swallowed that word silently.
Looking at Dawn, Daisy’s lips lightly parted, speaking words filled with chill and sadness: "Brother, I’ve given everything to exchange for a love that doesn’t belong to . I thought that as long as I gave, there would certainly be reciprocation. I stubbornly refused to bow to my parents, insisting on pursuing my own love."
"I don’t want fa, nor do I care for reputation. I bore all jeers and criticism for the sake of my so-called defense and love, because I was waiting, waiting for love to co."
"Turns out in this world, giving doesn’t always lead to reciprocation because I can’t move soone who never loved !"
Looking at Dawn, Daisy’s face and eyes were full of tears, her voice chilling like a series of questions: "Brother, I gave everything to exchange for what?"
"Brother, I will return your diamond ring to you."
"Brother, I don’t want you anymore, can you return my dad to ?"
With the umbrella in hand trembling intensely, Daisy looked at the sobbing Dawn and couldn’t utter a word.
"Daisy——-" Dawn’s heart ached sharply, the pain cascading through his entire body, seeping into every bone, making him feel suffocated, "I’m sorry, I’m late."
Dawn held Daisy’s hand, his gaze lingering for a mont on the diamond ring on her middle finger, then turned back to look at the photo of Roo Grant on the tombstone, speaking seriously and resolutely as if pronouncing a declaration, "Uncle Grant, I, Dawn Sutherland, will protect Daisy Grant for the rest of my life. At the wedding venue, the mont I held her hand, I told myself, for this lifeti, I will shield her from storms and hardships."
"This ti I was late, but it will be the last ti. From now on, I will always be by Daisy Grant’s side, never breaking the promise made today."
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