Eighteen years, he never dared to hope they could meet again, for how could a person who was dead still meet with the living?
But now, not only was she not dead, she was right before his eyes, in his arms.
He never knew what gratitude was, but at this moment, he wanted to be thankful, grateful to the heavens for bringing her back to him!
Wester Welson, who had been on high alert, did not expect the plot to take such a drastic turn. He collected his tools and obediently stood aside, sneaking peeks at the man and woman hugging tightly in the car from time to time.
Was that the girl who had brought about the boss of today? But wasn't that girl already dead?
For the past five years, he had accompanied the boss to Little Abigail's grave on May 28th every year, except for this year's absence.
Could it be that miracles really exist?
