Dylan Young's love for his mother was a kind of love that Scarlett Glenn had never seen before, so deep that it felt heavy even just watching it.
Dylan turned to look at the tombstone, the person on it still smiling, using her tenderness to embrace this cruel world.
The corner of his mouth curved up a bit as he said, "Why not? When I met her, I fell in love with her, just like that. Love is something that nobody can really explain."
If all love could rationalize its cause and effect, then there wouldn't be so many heartbroken men and women in this world!
Scarlett Glenn's lips had become a bit dry from the sun. Talking pulled at the little cracks in her lips, causing a stinging pain. She asked, "You have waited alone for so many years, without a satisfactory outcome, but instead, you received news of her death. Will you regret it in the future? Regret spending so many years searching. Perhaps if you never found her, hope could still reside in your heart."
