Shirley held the corner of the notepad, her fingers trembling slightly.

Upon seeing the familiar handwriting, the cold wind seemed to dampen the corners of her eyes in an instant.

It was unknown how much time had passed before Shirley stood up with a cold look on her face while biting her red lip and pinching the corner of the notebook.

Her almond eyes were filled with tears as she stared indifferently at the engravings on the tombstone in front of her. After staying for about ten seconds, Sh