Luke Land simply couldn't stop him.
He walked out of the hospital, dialing Sophie Smith's number again and again, but no one answered.
Damn it, where on earth had she gone?
...
This was the third funeral she attended.
The first two were for her own mother and father.
This time, it was Wyatt Sterling.
She always remembered their first meeting.
He was gentle and warm, his lips always curled into a comforting smile.
He stood before her, looking down at her.
Recalling how he raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "Well, that's great, I'm your Senior Brother now. How about calling me Senior Brother?"
She lowered her head, hesitantly calling out 'Senior Brother.'
Thinking of the past, Sophie couldn't help but feel her eyes sting. She closed her eyes, slightly lifting her head to keep the tears from falling.
She stood there in a black dress, under the bright and warm sunlight.
"Sophie..." Eva Miller gently tugged at her sleeve, "Let's go offer the flowers."
