The last rays of sunlight stretched across the ocean as Yue Ling and Lu Tian prepared to leave Lee Shin's resting place.
The white roses remained neatly arranged at the base of the tombstone. The delicate petals stirred beneath the cold sea breeze.
Yue Ling stood before the grave for a little longer, her bluish-green eyes resting on the familiar photograph.
There were countless things she wanted to tell him.
Memories she could have revisited, stories she could have shared, and words she had never found the courage to speak when he was alive.
But for the first time in three years, she no longer felt the desperate need to remain there until the ache in her chest became unbearable.
She had spoken to him.
She had told him about the child she had lost, the happiness she had found, and the man who now stood beside her.
And somehow, that was enough.
A gentle smile touched her lips.
"Goodbye, Shin."
Beside her, Lu Tian inclined his head toward the tombstone.
