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**Suburban Cemetery**

A black Mercedes-Benz slowly came to a stop. The car door opened, and the passengers stepped out one by one.

Andrew, dressed in a pure black handmade suit, looked tall, straight, and handsomely aloof. Isabella wore a black dress and held a large bouquet of white lilies.

The four of them walked step by step up the hillside along the stairs. Eleanor's grave was halfway up the hill. It didn't look much different from the last time they had visited. The tall pines and cypresses were still lush, swaying slightly in the wind. Because it was winter, the perennial flowers weren't blooming, making the scene somewhat bleak.

On the tombstone, Eleanor's photo still smiled as brightly as ever. Perhaps only death could freeze a moment in life.

Isabella slowly knelt in front of the tombstone, her trembling fingers gently caressing her mother's photo.

"Mom, I've come to see you. How have you been?"

But the only response was the cold wind and the rustling sound of the breeze pass