Chapter 603

Was that not Percy Bysshe Shelley’s poem on everything in life being fleeting and short-lived?

Moreover, judging from how her mother was digging through the dirt, why did it look like she was burying the short-lived flowers?

As soon as she tried to approach her mother, the Pomeranian dashed toward her and started barking. It seemed that the dog had recognized her and was wagging its tail at her.

The dog’s barking caught Autumn’s attention. She turned and saw Sharon’s appearance. A smile appeared across her face. Then, she stood up to greet her, saying, “You came to visit Mom, Sienna?”

She wanted to hold her daughter’s hand but found that her hands were currently dirty from the dirt, so quickly retracted them. She was afraid of dirtying Sharon.

Sharon stared at her mother for a while and thought that her mother could indeed recognize her own daughter.

“What are you doing, Mom?” she asked cautiously.

“Oh… You see, the fallen flowers are so pitiful, so I’m trying to give them a bu