Under the fine drizzle, Grace’s grave seemed even more desolate.

There was a man as drunk as a skunk lying in front of her pitch-black tombstone, and that man was unexpectedly Holden Payne. The big bouquet in front of him seemed to be dewier after it was drenched by the fine drizzles. However, that cool tone of the flower gave people an incomparably miserable feeling.

Those flowers were right in front of Holden. In fact, he had actually been holding them in his hand and he just could not bea