You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Two days later, it was Stephanie's funeral, held in a private cemetery in Green Hill on the outskirts of town.

The sky was overcast with gloom and the rain was drizzling all the time. In the private cemetery, the stone path was washed by the rain. On both sides of the road, the boundless green garden of bamboo was enveloped entirely by the mist. The red maple leaves scattered all the way along looked as if there was a thin layer of red mist.

Stephanie was not a fan of extravagant ceremonies, and did not like crowds. Most importantly, it was actually such a tragic that she should die in such a way.

So the funeral was extremely simple, with only a few relatives and close friends attending.

Yesterday, Luther set up a funeral in the city, where the rest of the community, distant relatives and friends, etc., went to pay their respects. The group also held a memorial service yesterday. Only a few people came to Stephanie's funeral today.

Joyce was not able to appear in the public eye, plus she was unable to leave the house because of the injury on her back, so she did not go to the funeral yesterday.

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cemetery, and he had Stephanie's spirit armature

folded, holding a bouquet of lilies in her hands. The make-up artist gave her a delicate make-up so that her face

Stephanie, she suddenly could not hold back the grief surging from her heart, and at that moment Joyce

life, because of Stephanie, had changed

clearly remembered that morning when she left, she was still alive, and in the afternoon when she came home Grandma had become a cold

passed away in such a tragic way, without even leaving a word behind. What

her hand and gently wiped away the tear stains on her

Not much longer.

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