Chest Yale was clothed in a black suit, his upright posture exuding an unparalleled nobility.
On his enchantingly beautiful face was a faint touch of chill, his sinister eyes were unblinkingly fixed on the person close at hand.
A thin sweat had broken out on his forehead, and he was still tightly clutching his cell phone.
On the phone was the address that Little Buddy had just sent him.
As soon as he saw the address, he remembered that today was the seventh day after her mother's death.
Considering how fond her mother was of her, he could almost imagine how sad she must be.
An inexplicable heartache overwhelmed his mind.
He wasn't sure if he was going mad, but without any hesitation, he dropped the meeting and drove here.
Seeing her vulnerable figure now, he could barely control himself from rushing forward and taking her into his arms.
But hearing her talking to the tombstone made his impatient mood suddenly calm down.