December fourth.

Bertha was wrapped in a white mink coat, and she wore a long, dark black lace-trimmed dress that was both delicate and sumptuous, yet equally formal.

She deliberately cut some beautiful red plums, went to the public cemetery, and visited Derek.

Derek's tombstone is covered in snow. Bertha patiently helped him clear the snow, her eyes gently speaking to him with sincere words.

"Derek, the first snow of the season has fallen. It's been really cold these ...