Chapter 10

Seraphine arrived at the graveyard to the north of the city. On her way there, she even stopped at the florist and bought a bouquet of white roses there.

She still remembered that I loved roses. However, she didn't know that I had grown to like roses because of her.

The graveyard was huge, so Seraphine took quite some time to locate my grave.

However, when she took just a single glance at the gravestone, the exquisitely wrapped bouquet fell out of her hands.

Seraphine's usually proud and upright posture instantly crumbled. The calm and indifference she was working so hard to maintain had vanished in an instant. She sobbed so hard that she couldn't make a sound.

I had died at the young age of 20, in the year I loved Seraphine the most, and also the day before Seraphine went abroad.

Seraphine kneeled in front of my grave, seemingly in disbelief. Reaching out, she gently traced the words on the gravestone. Tears surged and splashed on the ground.

"How… How could this be…" she murmu