Chapter 647: Chapter 647: The Hidden Love in the Eyes
“Death is a matter of destiny.” Sylvan Cheney’s mood was very depressed.
He pulled out a box of cigarettes and lit one.
Continuous rain threads fell on his face, the cold wind blew, cutting like a knife.
The burning cigarette lit up and dimmed, just as the gloom in his eyes mirrored the dark sky, devoid of any light.
Yolanda Fern leaned on the tombstone, crying incessantly.
Her tears mixed with the rainwater, her sobs becoming breathless.
“Don’t cry, your heart is not good, you can’t be too sad, let’s go home.” Sylvan held her arm.
“Mr. Cheney, I really want to accompany my grandfather in his voyage. I have no relatives in this world.”
“Don’t talk nonsense.”
Yolanda couldn’t help but cry.