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By the time Dawn Sutherland arrived at the cemetery, more than half an hour had passed. The whole cemetery was desolate and quiet, with snow silently falling from overhead. Dawn shut the car door and quickly entered the cemetery.
Upon entering, Dawn's gaze fell on a slender figure within the cemetery. Just one look, and Dawn recognized the person, his expression heavy as he moved his legs forward.
Daisy Grant was standing in the cemetery, holding an umbrella and wearing a black trench coat. The entire cemetery was unusually quiet, as snowflakes fell.
Walking closer, Dawn saw a face thin and pale from days of absence, his voice deep and hoarse: "Daisy..... I'm late."
How could fate play such a cruel joke? Uncle Grant passed away on the day of their wedding.
Standing in front of the tombstone, Daisy looked at the photo of her father, her eyes deep red, not responding to Dawn, as if she hadn't heard.
