"Cynthia, It's a Pleasure to Meet You."

The car drove all the way, eventually stopping at a private cemetery.

This was the place where her grandfather had chosen for her mother to rest.

After the incident of her mother's ashes being stolen, there were guards posted 24/7 around this cemetery.

When Cynthia drove here, she paused slightly.

She had originally planned to go for a drive, but somehow, she ended up here.

After a brief pause, a self-mocking smile curved on her lips.

Admit it, these years, you've been saying that you resented her, but in your heart, you've still been missing her.

Cynthia pressed her lips tightly, gripping the steering wheel firmly, resting her forehead against it.

At that moment, a knock sounded suddenly on the car window.

Cynthia jumped, her clear almond eyes revealing a rare look of confusion and daze.

She quickly looked up and slowly rolled down the window, immediately seeing Jasper dressed in white.