"Can I marry Vanessa when I grow up?"

Ten-year-old Matt was mature beyond his age.

When he asked this question, he looked particularly serious.

I timidly hid behind my grandfather and looked at the boy in front of me who said he wanted to marry me.

The adults around me were all amused by his words.

Matt's grandfather also smiled and said, "You should ask Vanessa if she is willing to marry you, instead of asking me."

Matt was stunned, and his originally serious little face instantly turned shy.

His cheeks blushed slightly, and he walked up to me. In his clear eyes, there was a reflection of me. He said, "Vanessa, will you marry me in the future? I will treat you well."

I looked at the two grandfathers who were laughing at us and shyly nodded.

Immediately, he took off the amulet he had been wearing since birth and gave it to me.

He said that was the betrothal gift.

That was a token between us.

The token I took to the Charles family two years ago was the amulet.

It had been with me for thirteen years. Bringing it back to the Charles family was also a return to its original owner.

There was a funeral home in the town, and the people inside were responsible for collecting corpses after death.

However, the grave site needed to be chosen by oneself.

On the first day I came back, I went to find a grave site.

That piece of land was right next to my parents.

But when I woke up,

the cemetery manager suddenly called me.

He said, "Ms. Hill, there's something wrong with the grave you booked.

The graveyard has been designated as the construction site for the amusement park, and we need to relocate the graves. We've found out that your family members' graves are also here. Do you have time to come over?"

I was stunned when I heard this.

I chose this place originally because of its good location.

It was also closer to my parents'.

I spent a lot of money to buy it.

"Why should I suddenly need to relocate the graves?"

The management staff wouldn't make such jokes with me over the phone.

After thinking about it, I decided to go and see for myself.

But when I arrived at the cemetery, I was dumbfounded.

In front of me was a man in a suit, with a gloomy face.

It was Matt.

For some reason, I felt a little guilty

and took a step back.

"Ms. Hill, you finally came. This is Mr. Charles, the person in charge of the future amusement park. If you have any problem, you can talk with him on the spot."

I choked and nodded.

Seeing me, Matt frowned. "Vanessa, what are you doing here?"

"I'm not making trouble. I just..."

I was not sure if I should explain the situation to him.

I hesitated.

If he knew I was dying, would he be happy?

Matt interrupted me impatiently and said, "Stop messing around. I will find a new place for your parents' graves. As for the one you bought, just return it."

His words carried an attitude that brooked no interference. This was not a discussion with me at all.

I became anxious and quickly interrupted, "If I return this place, where should I bury my body if I die? Will they just throw me into the sea?"

I didn't know how I offended him, but his face turned ugly.

"Vanessa! You..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

I suddenly started coughing and quickly covered my mouth with a scarf.

However, some blood stains still seeped through the scarf, staining it crimson.

Suddenly, darkness enveloped my vision, and my consciousness became muddled.

When I fell down,

I seemed to see the worry in Matt's eyes.

He quickly ran towards me,

holding my hand, trembling.

He anxiously called my name.

But soon, I couldn't hear anymore.