Perhaps this man, the one who insisted on having his funeral on a sunny day, was the actual Anthony Clark. Perhaps there was a hint of beauty hidden within his dark, evil spirit. He wasn't born with much of a choice but to taint his soul with darkness for the sake of keeping himself alive, but deep down, there seemed to be a part of him who hadn't given up on the tiny ray of light that he had tried his best to protect.After the funeral ended, only Anthony's clothes were buried at the tombstone. His young face, as seen on the tombstone at the newly dug grave in the cemetery, carried a mix of desolation and helplessness. Mr. Clark gave it a long, thoughtful stare before he left quietly.Right then, Hilda turned around to see Linux. Standing by a nearby tree, he was dressed in a full black suit. She hadn't seen him ever since the incident. He stood there for a long time, looking as though he had been waiting for her intentionally.Hilda subconsciously threw a glance toward a car that was
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