The ground is very clean; she wasn't the meticulous type, yet as she sat down, her heart suddenly calmed.
"Mom, I'm getting married."
Her gaze fell into the distance, not looking at the smiling face of Camilia Davis on the tombstone, nor did she know who to tell, with a bit of smile on her face, she slowly said: "I'm marrying Brother Jackson. You would certainly be happy about this, right?"
No one answered her, a breeze brushed her face, truly quiet.
In such a place, quietness always evokes fear, as she sat leaning against the tombstone, she couldn't help but recall many past events.
When Camilia Davis made dumplings when she was little, she always wanted to play and couldn't resist pinching the dough, Camilia, her hands full of flour, would tap her forehead, flour flying everywhere, covering her face.
