Chapter 8

I chose an urn for Lilly that she would have loved and buried her in a cemetery overlooking the sea, full of sunflowers.

I emotionlessly bought the plot, dug the earth, and laid her to rest.

But the moment the soil completely covered the urn, a piece of my heart felt like it had been gouged out, the pain so intense that I collapsed to the ground.

A heavy rain began to pour down.

I lay before Lilly's grave and saw the white hairs that had sprouted overnight.

It was only when the cold rainwater mixed with salty tears rolled into my mouth that I finally broke down, wailing.

The pent-up emotions erupted in an instant, but crying was useless.

Suddenly, a black umbrella opened above my head.

The man was impeccably dressed in a suit, his figure indistinct in the blurry mist of rain. I could only see his well-defined hand, gripping the umbrella handle tightly.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged, as if he were forcefully restraining something.