After following Rainer's instructions, Willow gently pushed his wheelchair toward a specific gravesite.
There area was pristinely maintained, every detail showing the utmost care and respect.
Willow lifted her gaze to the photograph on the tombstone and froze, her breath catching in her throat, "She was so beautiful..."
The women in the photograph had a soft, serene beauty, the kind that reminded Willow of a warm spring morning.
"Rain, your mother was stunning, " Willow murmured, her voice filled with admiration. She turned to him, her eyes breifly meeting his strikingly handsome face.
Now, she understand where Rainer got his striking good looks from.
Rainer stared at the photograph of the women, his gaze filled with a mix of emotions too complex to name.
He pressed his lips together, his voice quiet but laced with bitterness. "It's a shame she fell for the wrong man and ended up dying with regret."
