Daniel Hayes escorted the old woman to the cemetery. The funeral began. Charles Reed hadn’t invited many people. The old woman stood under a black umbrella, tears silently streaming down her face.
Light snow fell from the sky. When it was all over, they left the cemetery.
Daniel Hayes stayed by the old woman’s side. Just as they were about to get into the car, he suddenly glanced in a particular direction. He spotted a black umbrella passing by in the distance, and beneath it was a familiar face.
"What’s wrong?"
The old woman sensed that something was amiss and asked in confusion.
"It’s nothing," Daniel Hayes said with a small laugh, pulling his gaze away. "Please, get in the car. We’re heading back." He shook his head at the old woman.
’After all, people aren’t made of stone. How could anyone remain unmoved?’
Daniel Hayes shook his head with a sigh, got in the car, and drove away.
...
Chloe Reed sat in a coffee shop. The rich aroma of coffee filled every corner, chasing away the chill.
Preston Vance looked at her with concern. "Chloe, are you okay?"
Chloe Reed offered him a faint smile and nodded.
Worry still lingered in Preston Vance’s eyes. "But you don’t seem to be doing very well. If you’re in pain, you can let it out. I can stay right here with you."
Chloe Reed looked slightly surprised, her long lashes fluttering. She lowered her gaze to the coffee before her, then picked up her phone to type. A cold, electronic female voice sounded out: "I’m really okay. You don’t need to worry about me. But what about you? What were you doing near the cemetery? Aren’t you busy today?"
Preston Vance gazed at her and said, "I was actually there waiting for you."



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