I headed for the public cemetery.There, before Marco's grave, lay a bouquet of daisies that still had morning dew on them. Beside it was the pearl hair clip.The pearls had been restrung, with the two broken ones replaced by new pearls. Upon closer inspection, the shade and glimmer of the new pearls were slightly different from the old ones, reminiscent of a scar left behind after a wound healed.Leaning over, I picked up the hair clip and slipped it into my coat pocket. Then, I sat down and leaned against the cold gravestone, shutting my eyes.A gentle breeze whistled through the trees, causing a few withered leaves to flutter to the ground.I spent the entire afternoon sitting there.When night finally fell, I stood up and dusted off the bottom of my skirt.Stroking the photo on the gravestone, I murmured, "I'm leaving, Marco. The next time I come, I'll be sure to bring your favorite tiramisu along. I'm going to make it myself, so no complaining, okay?"With that, I turned a
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