I once thought that I couldn't survive for even a single day without her.
But now, I could get over everything about her.
Following my mother's wishes, I handled her funeral and buried her in the same grave as my late father.
I had a long talk with my mother, sharing my inner thoughts.
In the past, to help Jane become famous, I seldom went home and didn't even know my mother was frequently hospitalized. I didn't realize my mother had been suffering from severe pain until the hospital called me and told me that she was dying.
What an undutiful son I was.
At the thought of this, I became more determined to let go of Jane.
Just as I was about to leave the cemetery, I unexpectedly ran into my fiancée Jane and Matthew, the handsome hunk in her dreams.
"Jenny, do you think Snowie will like it if we bury him here?"
Matthew asked Jane, holding an urn in his arms.
With a black mask covering her face, Jane's striking looks were still visible.
Hearing Matthew's words, she touched the urn and kept blaming herself.
"If I had arrived earlier that day, Snowie wouldn't have died."