The next day, Grace changed into a long black skirt, tied her long hair in a bun with an elegant makeup. She followed Carl to Caleb's cemetery.

For five years, this was the first time she was qualified to visit Caleb.

She bought Caleb's favorite violets, brought his favorite wine, squatted in front of his tombstone and offered him a toast.

Carl stood there quietly, smoking a cigarette with handsome eyes and slightly narrowing, without saying a word.

Unexpectedly, ...