Chapter 3

Soon, it was the anniversary of my parents' deaths.

Not long after Andrew and I got married, my parents were in a car accident, and they passed away together.

Every year, no matter how busy he was, Andrew would go to the cemetery with me to pay our respects. But this year, he was absent. He said his work schedule was too tight and he couldn't spare the time.

He even said, "The dead are gone. We have to move on." Such cold words—they actually came from his mouth.

I went to the cemetery early in the morning and sat…