The entire congregation was swept up in their grief, tears glistening in their eyes as they watched the casket being lowered, and the gravestone being set.
"Please, everyone, bow to the departed three times."
The officiant's words prompted everyone to bow their heads, time and time again, bidding their final farewell.
With the heavy snowfall, the world turned white.
Celeste knelt on the snowy ground, clutching the gravestone, unwilling to leave. Alger knelt beside her, staring at their daughter's portrait on the stone, weeping bitterly.
The Temple family relatives couldn't persuade them to leave, so they thanked the guests on their behalf.
The guests left in an orderly manner.
Kenneth and Louisa wanted to stay longer with them.
Clark watched the two kneeling figures from a distance. They seemed to have aged twenty years in an instant, their backs hunched as if crushed by their grief.
