Chapter 32

I rubbed my sore eyes and waved my hand.

"I'm fine, really."

The shopkeeper, perceptive as always, handed me a pack of tissues and brewed

a cup of floral tea before turning away to tend to the flowers.

I sat quietly in the shop for a long time, letting my emotions settle. Eventually, I chose a bouquet of daisies and prepared to leave.

Just as I was about to pay, the shopkeeper stopped me.

"This bouquet is on the house."

I was taken aback and looked at her in confusion.

She smiled faintly, as though lost in memory.

"Miss, I just remembered something Joseph told me back then. He said someone

might come to inquire about this order one day.

'If she comes alone, give her a bouquet of flowers.

Tell her: Keep moving forward; the starlight will illuminate your path.""'

That day, I broke down completely in front of my mother's grave.

I never thought he would appear beside me in such a way.

And I never expected that even now, I would still rely on him for comfort.

What kind of mental preparation did he go through to leave those words with the shopkeeper?

I was the only one who understood the meaning of "if she comes alone."

It meant he was no longer by my side.

In the evening, my colleague called me.

"Zoey, the flight's booked for next week."

"Who do you want to list as the beneficiary for the insurance this time? Your husband?"

I shook my head.

down Doctors

"Doctors Without Borders?"

"Yes."

"Why them?"

and

was a doctor

of the cemetery

stubble on his face and a

word, he handed me a

camera, the same model

old one

stood there in silence, staring at

didn't take

he found me, nor where he managed to get this

what I cherished

identical

it, he rubbed his temples, looking

"Come back with me.

If you

let out a mocking

I'm the one causing

sighed and grabbed my

you're doing this because

giving her your belongings.

gave it to her

in front of so many people-I couldn't just stand by and

I suddenly felt a

I don't

froze, then his expression

"Don't lie.

would you

softly, pulled my hand back, and gently

pity... I'll never see this

shifted as if he

"You..."

could

It was Sara.

a few

other end, her voice was fraught with

"Jackson, I'm leaving...

sorry for causing trouble

I couldn't help but feel

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