At Daisy's funeral, everyone Adriana had invited showed up, each offering a wreath.She received them all, and as they spoke, their words were filled with admiration for Daisy.She had been perceptive, kind—in their eyes, even optimistic.When the topic turned to her taking poison, they could only sigh in regret.That night, no one left. They gathered in the mourning hall, reminiscing about their memories with her.The next morning, they accompanied her to the burial site.Just before the burial, Dean appeared. He rushed to the grave, staring fixedly at the urn in Adriana's arms, his eyes bloodshot.His gaze shifted, landing on the photograph Oliver held.In it, Daisy smiled serenely, her features soft and luminous.Chris had told him she would be buried today. He had thought it was some kind of calculated revenge.But he knew Chris—he wouldn't joke about something like this."Why…?"He spoke in a low voice, as if afraid of disturbing her.Adriana wore a black coat, her ha
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