Perhaps, if they were more intimate, their rtionship would stabilize.


    Elma wondered when she could create an opportunity for the two to reconnect.


    Meanwhile, Lyndon drove to the cemetery.


    The cold wind whistled through the trees, causing snow to fall from the branches.


    He got out of the car, holding a bunch of flowers in one hand and a bag in the other.


    Slowly, he walked into the cemetery.


    He stopped in front of a tombstone, staring at it.


    The tombstone was covered in snow.


    Lyndon squatted down, gently wiped the snow off, and ced the flowers on the clean surface.


    His eyes fell on the photo of a girl on the tombstone.


    His slender fingers gently touched the image as his eyes filled with tears.


    “The new year ising, Rosa.


    I came to see you.


    How are you doing up there in heaven?”


    The girl in the photo had a broad smile and her bright eyes exuded warmth.


    Tears welled up in Lyndon’s eyes, and he fought to suppress his bitterness as he smiled softly.


    “Rosa, I have news to share.


    I married Tilda.


    You two used to be good friends.


    Will you me me for marrying her?”


    The cold wind brushed his face, carrying his murmurs away.


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    Lyndon looked at the photo with deep affection.


    “Well, I shouldn’t have asked such a silly question.


    You were so kind, always thinking of others.


    Even if I were to break my promise and marry someone other than you, you wouldn’t me me, would you? You’d tell me to take care of her for you, wouldn’t you?”


    There was no response.


    The girl in the photo continued to smile sweetly at him.


    Lyndon touched the cold tombstone, pain flickering in his eyes.


    “No, Rosa, I don’t want to take care of anyone else for you.


    I’d rather you me me.


    If you want to me me,e to my dreams and curse me, okay? Rosa, I miss you so much!”


    Tears streamed down his face uncontrobly, blurring his vision and obscuring the girl’s smile.


    The cold wind whipped through the branches, making them sway.


    Lyndon closed his eyes and slowly sat down.


    He took a bottle of wine and two sses from the bag.


    Opening the bottle, he filled both sses.


    “Rosa, will you have a drink with me? If I get drunk, will I be able to see you?”


    When night fell, Tilda finished her work and headed home to find Sheldon already asleep.


    “Tilda, Lyndon hasn’te back yet,” Elma said, sitting in the living room.


    Tilda nced at her watch.Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    It was already ten o’clock.