August hasn't been here for a long time since the woman died, and he doesn't allow others to come here.
Casper knew why. They had once spent a period of sweet and happy days here. He would rather bury that memory in his mind than face the reality soberly.
What broke this limit was a pair of tender, short, white hands.
She must have been only about a year old, having just learned to walk. She walked into the back garden with a slightly unsteady step, pointed at the roses that were still in full bloom but had not been appreciated for a long time, and said with a smile, "Flowers."
A pair of large hands gently embraced her. August was unusually silent, controlling his emotions and responding in a calm tone, "It's flowers. Lots of flowers."
But he did not carry Yu Huan out. Instead, he walked in with Yu Huan in his arms, as if he was finally going to face his love that was buried in the rose bushes.
He was afraid that she would touch something carelessly and get hurt by the thorns on the rose branches, so he always held her in his arms.
The moon of the blood clan hangs in the sky forever, and the rose bushes bloom year after year, but on that day, the broad back holding the child still shows extreme grief and loneliness.
"Your mother likes these flowers just like you..." he said slowly.
The little guy in his arms seemed to realize something, flapped his arms, turned his body, and rested his forehead on August's shoulder.
She didn't say anything to comfort him. She just lay in his arms with a wronged look on her face, and said in her childish voice, "I miss my mother..."
After she left, August, who always controlled his emotions and pretended to be calm, suddenly bent his back.
His always calm and composed appearance collapsed in the midst of the rose bushes that were as gorgeous as ever.
He was actually very sad. He couldn't accept her death as easily as she said. He was heartbroken, but he still had to live and raise the child they had together.
He grabbed the back of Yu Huan's head and forced her to lie on his shoulders and neck to look back. His body trembled as if he couldn't bear it, and tears dripped down his face.
He was not strong at all. He pretended to be calm, but he thought about her every day.
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