NovelStartLilly felt unhappy after listening to all these sad love stories. She went for a walk with Bettany monitoring her. The scenery was actually not bad around here. They were walking around the corner of a gazebo garden. Life was meant to be precious yet fragile; looking at the bright flowers here, they felt like it was a symbol of saying goodbye to the ones that passed away. The flowers were moving along with the wind, and Lilly grabbed one and glowed. “Stop moving!” Bettany sat in the car and looked at her talking to the flowers, and she did not interrupt her. She sighed, “What is ‘like’? This is so hard to answer.” Hugh replied, “How hard can it be? Just tell her that she'll know once she grows up.” Bettany glared at him.
Ivan pretended to pass by and said, “Lilly.” She looked at him and asked, “Ivan, what's wrong?” He stood emotionlessly in front of her, and he gave her a kiss. She laughed and said, “I knew it! Ha, ha! You're always giving me sweets! Are you having a wholesale sale on sweets?” He simply answered her, “They would go bad if they were left at home.” Lilly took the sweets from his hand. Wow, the sweet is different this time; the packet isn't striking like what he gave me before. The packet was made of aluminum foil, and the sweet looked like a water droplet. It was milky white.
“Is this chocolate?” She asked. He answered, “Yes.” She took a bite; it was sweet and soft, and suddenly she was cheered up.
“Thank you, Ivan!” She then wanted to put the entire sweet into her mouth, and it almost fell out. She quickly closed her mouth, but a drip of saliva streamed down. Her saliva was sweet, and it attracted a few ants. She squatted down and blocked the ants with a small stick. “He, he! You all can’t get away!” Suddenly, Ivan saw a snail on the leaf. Ants eat snails, right? Since she loves to look at the ants, | should give her a snail. He came to a weird conclusion, and he picked up the snail and gave it to her. “Here you go.” Lilly was confused, and she took it, only to realize it was a snail. She was in a daze and asked, “Why did you give a snail to me?” He answered, “It's for you to play.” She muttered, “O...Oh.” When Blake arrived, he saw Lilly holding a snail in confusion, and she said that Ivan gifted it to her. Huh? What's with giving people a snail? “Let's go.” He glanced at Ivan and said, “It’s all done; let's get back to the village.” Lilly put the snail back on the leaf and said, “Alright! | had fun playing with you. Goodbye!” Ivan froze on the ground, and his face turned red after the two of them were gone. Oh my god! I'm so dumb! What was | thinking? They were on their way to Aiden’s village. The Crawford family had already contacted the old man’s next of kin, and they planned to leave after handing them the ashes. They felt that the old man had already fulfilled his wish and left with his lover, so he should not care about all the procedures afterward. Melody questioned, “Are we heading toward the Poncook Summit?” Blake replied, “Yes, what's wrong with it?” Melody said with a smirk, “Mr. MacNeil, are you here to work? My husband would love to have a holiday.” Oh, that’s right, Colton is over there. It's impossible for me to work. I'm just an ordinary man delivering ashes.
They soon arrived at the village. The cars look low-profile yet luxurious. All the villagers were peeking at them. “Wow... Aiden got rich in the city! He's so good at keeping it away from us!” Another villager said, “He looks rich! Four cars are sending him back!” Someone then said, “Hey, let's not jump to conclusions.” Didn't you hear that these people came across him and sent him back?” The old man’s next of kin passionately welcomed them, and they pretentiously sighed, “So... Sorry for the trouble. We heard on the phone that we couldn't get ready in such a short time.” One of them said, “I'm my uncle’s nephew. I'm ashamed for not being able to look after him because | was extremely busy earning money.” A woman said, “I'm his niece. | was the one helping him when he needed anything. Thank you so much for doing this for him. Did he leave any messages for us?” Everyone was fighting for the opportunity to talk after hearing her words; they were competing to see who took care of the old man the most to get the most heritage. The Crawford family did not expect them to fight for the tiny bit of heritage left by the old man.
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