"This is truly her perfume." Lazarus slowly reached out toward the bottle, and without realizing it, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes. "Iriana… I finally bought your favorite perfume again."
Primrose let her father drown in his memories, even looking away when he cried like a helpless boy. After all, he and her mother had truly loved each other back then, so it was normal for him to break down like this.
[How am I supposed to live if my wife dies again someday?]
Primrose's eyes widened a little when Edmund's voice suddenly echoed inside her mind.
[I probably won't be as strong as Father, but… it's not like I can just die early so I can meet her faster in the afterlife.]
Primrose immediately reached under the table, grabbed his hand, and squeezed it harder than she meant to. It was actually her way of telling him that she would NEVER let him think such a stupid thing.
