Old Master Lawrence put away the memories on his face, composed himself, and the photograph under his fingertip was so close, with the girl in the photo smiling as brightly as ever.
Sixty years have passed, and she just lies here quietly, her eyes as brilliant as the stars have never faded.
"You must be tired of seeing me, Autumn, and you probably don't even want to see me again, let alone in my current state. Recently, I often dream of you, and you must be reminding me that your birthday is coming soon. Luckily, I did not miss your birthday. I promised you that I would be with you on every birthday of your life. I've broken so many promises to you, but fortunately, I didn't break this one. Otherwise, when I go to where you are, how could I face you..."
On his usually steely and strong face, a rare smile appeared, with his lips slightly upturned, and Enna Clark seemed to see a handsome man standing in front of the tombstone through his aged face.
