Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1634

At Hell Monarch Estate, the spring rains of March and the Spring Remembrance Festival season had come one after another, leaving everything damp and

soaked.

"Clarence, how is Aunt Carissa doing?" Ryan asked, concern heavy in his voice as he helped his friend out the door.

Clarence was dressed in a plain blue coat, his hair already grey with age.

He let out a soft sigh. "Aunt Carissa is already eighty-eight this year. She really shouldn't have gone out to visit the graves. The rain and chill have gone straight to her lungs."

Ryan sighed. "I tried to stop her; we all did. But she wouldn't listen. Her memory's not what it used to be. Over these past two years, she forgets many day-to-day things, but somehow remembers the past so clearly. If we didn't let her go to pay her respects, she would've thrown a terrible fit."

Clarence walked out of Orchid Hall and made his way to the side room to write a prescription.

"Aunt Carissa has never recovered from the grief of losing her whole family; she'll carry that pain for the rest of her life. Uncle Rafael is watching over her now, though his own health isn't what it once was. He ought not to tire himself," he said.

"Elise and the children are there with her," Ryan replied as he unfolded the prescription slip and began pulling out an ink pot for Clarence. "But Uncle Rafael insists on caring for her himself. They've been devoted to one another all their lives. At a time like this, he won't leave her side for a moment. Every day, he tells her who he is, not allowing her to forget him. Thank the heavens she never has."

Carissa no longer remembered many people. Sometimes, she couldn't recall her own daughter and grandchildren. Even her nephews' names had faded from her mind. But she never forgot her husband.

the date as she always did, and said it must be observed. Though her health wasn't

end, she returned soaked through and fell ill soon

for two days. Her

as seeing too many

last, the dreary rains passed and the warm sunshine returned. The whole

hand, before taking a seat

as they sat side by

he asked gently, repeating the

soft breeze stirred

of Carissa's hair. She

but finding it too much trouble, she had undone it herself and tied it back into a loose ponytail. After their short walk, a few locks had already

old age, she carried herself with grace and elegance. Tucking her hair behind her ears, she leaned back lazily in the lounge chair, tugging her cloak tighter about

then did she speak, slowly and clearly: "How could I not

her, the affection in his eyes no different from when he was

and husband. You must never forget. Even if we live

gave him

"No, I want us to live to a hundred. And if we could live to a thousand, let's try for