Female NovelRena awakened from her dream.
She sat silently on the bed for a prolonged moment.
Eventually, she extended her hand and tenderly caressed her belly, the very place where Alexis Fowler came into the world.
Three years had elapsed and nearly all traces of Alexis’ existence had faded from the world.
Rena didn’t want to forget Alexis.
She couldn’t bear the thought of forgetting Alexis.
Early in the morning, Rena visited the Fowler family’s cemetery.
Three years had gone by.
The cemetery had undergone significant changes and the elderly keeper had aged considerably. Upon seeing Rena approach, he greeted her warmly, ushering her inside and engaging in heartfelt conversation.
“Over the past two years, Mr. Fowler has planted numerous roses here. White roses, red roses… All of them imported from Ypsila. The entire cemetery is adorned with their beauty.”
Rena was equally taken aback,
The cemetery, spanning tens of thousands of square meters, had once been devoid of life. Now, it had transformed into a magnificent rose garden,
The season of blossoms had arrived.
Due to its private nature, outsiders were not permitted entry.
Influencers gathered outside, capturing its splendor and sharing their explanations, turning it into an Internet-famous location.
Clutching a bouquet of daisies in her hand, Rena stood before the modest tomb, which had also undergone a great transformation since her last visit.
A small square stone tablet bore engraved names.
Waylen and Rena.
But Alexis’ name was absent.
Rena gently caressed the stone tablet, a tingling sensation coursing through her being.
It felt more like a tomb of their love rather than the resting place of a child taken too soon.
She remained there in quiet contemplation for an extended period. Sensing her melancholy, the keeper said softly, “Mr. Fowler comes here every Valentine’s Day and spends the entire day here.”
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Rena couldn’t fathom why Waylen had chosen this particular day to visit their daughter. She didn’t inquire but simply uttered softly, “Enough.”