Chapter 810: Chapter 257: When the Soul-Continuing Incense Burns Out, I Shall Leave_3
As he gazed upon the sky full of petals, Leonard Churchill seed to see that charming face smiling at him, and he heard that familiar voice ringing in his ear, “Hello, Mr. Leonard Churchill, my na is Vera Williams. I’m happy to et you. Well… goodbye then.”
But this farewell was forever.
Never to et again.
Do you know, Mr. Leonard Churchill, eting you was the greatest fortune of my life.
Do you know, Miss Anne, eting you was also the greatest fortune of my life.
….
Fate really is like a clown sotis, bringing joy at one mont and playing tricks the next.
He had thought he would never grieve for anyone else in this lifeti, but as Vera Williams left, Leonard Churchill’s eyes still reddened, tears streaming down his face.
On the empty chair, only a picture fra was left behind.
Leonard Churchill rembered, it was sothing that silly girl always held close to her chest.
He reached out his hand.
For so reason, the hand that never shook even when taking a life was now trembling incessantly.
He picked it up, took a look.
The black-and-white photo depicted a pretty chapel with a small spire.
The chapel walls were draped with cascading roses.
The flowers were in full bloom, shining brilliantly.
In the center of the photo, the young man’s mouth was slightly upturned, exuding a noble air;
And the girl in the floral dress, her face beaming with a happy and brilliant smile.
The pri of youth was their most beautiful age.
Their smiles were captured in the photograph.
Looking at that radiant smile, Leonard Churchill’s mind instantly recalled the girl’s words.
“Death isn’t the loss of life, it’s just being frozen in ti.”
“Silly girl, I will find you in the River of Ti…”
Leonard Churchill murmured to himself, cradling the picture fra.
Definitely.
Looking at the black and white photograph, it felt like just yesterday.
Before his eyes, it seed as if he could see that bright-eyed, spirited girl coming to life again.
But the empty chair in front of him imdiately brought waves of sorrow.
Leonard Churchill also knew, for her, it had been a hundred years ago.
For him, it had been a lifeti.
….
Leonard Churchill just stood there, holding the picture fra in a daze.
For a long ti.
For a long ti.
Next to the chair was a small bookshelf, cramd with letters in dim yellow envelopes.
None had been sent, but they were neatly arranged.
As his thoughts settled, Leonard Churchill sat down on the chair that still retained a hint of warmth.
He lay there for a mont.
Then he took down a pile of letters and opened them one by one.
The graceful yet intimate handwriting ca into view.
“Leonard, by the ti you read these letters, I will no longer be here… I’ve left these letters, not to make you sad. Rather, I want you to know that I truly had a fulfilling life. Thank you. Thank you for being a part of my life.”
Leonard Churchill read, his eyes as if filled with endless grains of sand.
“June 11th, today is the third day since your departure, Mr. Sunny. Sorry, I couldn’t help but cry for a very long ti. Don’t laugh at . Then, I rembered I still have the magical ‘Stamp’~”
“Today is the fourth day, I wanted to tell you that I rember everything about us, but I have forgotten your na and face… I think of you all the ti, yet why can’t I rember what you look like, even your picture is gone, I’m so heartbroken… Later, I asked Grandpa, he said it seems like so mories are being interfered with by the Law… Ah, it’s very troubling.”
“Today is the thirteenth day since we parted. Mr. Sunny, I know it might be a long ti before we et again. But I’m afraid if you suddenly co back one day and I’m not here. So these days, I’ve spent a lot of ti in the treehouse. Just in case I open the door and see you, it would be such a surprise…”
“Today is… Mr. Sunny, I have been bravely facing life as I promised you, reading, playing the piano, gardening, and of course, writing to you…”
“Every ti I miss you, I take out the letters we exchanged and read them over and over, then I cry my eyes out. Sunny, am I useless? I can’t seem to do anything…”
“Mr. Sunny, if you don’t reply to my letters, I won’t bother with you anymore! Humph, I won’t write to you either. Well, if you do reply, I will still write to you…”
“Sothing interesting happened today, do you rember the bird’s nest on the treehouse window ledge? Haha, today I discovered that the skylark I fed last year has co back, and it brought its mate too…”
“Sunny, do you know, every year when the roses bloom, I go back to the manor, then stand under the floral wall of the little chapel, thinking of the tis we took photos here…”
“Ten years have passed, Sunny, where are you? I felt so sad today, I noticed a wrinkle at the corner of my eye in the mirror. If you don’t co to see soon, you might not recognize . Even if you do, it’ll be an old girl (*￣︿￣)…”
“…”
“This is the fifteenth year since we parted. Oh, although I didn’t want to tell you, I’ve recently been very ill, it’s quite bad, I’m afraid I won’t see you anymore….”
“Sunny, ti flies so quickly, I’ve been waiting for fifty years, and still no news from you. Ti has made forget too much… I’m scared I’ll forget you one day… but I can’t bear it. Even if I forget everything, I’m unwilling to forget you…”
“It feels like we just parted not long ago, but before you know it, sixty years have passed… The second half of life is like a reflection of ti, making often reminisce about our younger days. No matter how the years change, I still feel those were the happiest, most joyful days of my life…”
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