Today is my son's birthday, and bringing up a dead person always feels a bit ominous.
It's not that he's heartless.
But his daughter has been missing for years, and his tears already dried up after the first year.
Nowadays, since he already has a new family, he shouldn't let a dead person affect him.
So Darlene didn't ask further.
Capital City.
The sky was getting dark.
Almost everyone had already left the Memorial Hall.
Only Barbara Will was still kneeling before the coffin, burning paper money and crying, "Honey, I'm sorry. If I had come earlier, you wouldn't have had to suffer so much. You must be in a lot of pain, right?"
At that moment, footsteps sounded outside.
"Nini!" Barbara immediately turned around to look.
Unfortunately.
The one who came was not Olivia Cooper.
Viola Thompson sighed softly, walked to Barbara's side, "Mrs. Price, you haven't eaten or drunk anything for a whole day. You should rest for a while, I'll watch over this place for you."
