Chapter 17 You're about to get what you want

Three years have passed since then. People are still the same, but things are not. It was still March, and everything was the same as it was in the old days. He stood quietly in front of the tomb, flanked by the parents of the owner and her children. Susan was so determined to die that she was taken to the hospital when it was too late. And now she lies here, sleeping for three years. He held the bouquet of flowers and was a little overwhelmed. Looking at the black-and-white photo on the tombstone, Chandler's eyebrows softened a bit, "I know today is your Memorial Day, so I came from work early. The florist just got in a batch of flowers, newly bred over at the lab, I thought it was beautiful and brought it to you ......" Looking at the picture, he put the flowers closer, and smiled in a bureaucratic way, "The scent is very nice, you should be happy if you are there." There was silence all around. He brought the thermos over and placed the contents one by one in front of her. I