Chapter 157 Who the F*ck Understands How I Feel?

• With no one around to witness her tearful look, Stella allowed her emotional floodgate to open. As she continued to stick around, she wished she could hug Shirley, only to realize that it was impossible to reach her now. Then, she dropped her umbrella and kneeled down before Shirley’s grave, holding the tombstone while uttering those words she used to say when Shirley was still around. “Don’t cry, little girl! Don’t cry…” You’re my girl, Shirley! I may not be the mother who brought you to this world, but I’ll always be the mother who loves you unconditionally. No one can and will ever replace you in my heart!
• Meanwhile, Miles was also on his way to the mountain after learning the location of Shirley’s tomb from Matthew. Deep down, his gut was telling him to visit Shirley’s grave for some reason, as it seemed to him that most of the moments between him and Stella happened on rainy days. Before he got to the grave, he could see Stella weakly leaning on the tombstone amidst the rain from afar. At the sight of the lady’s sympathetic look, he knitted his eyebrows tightly and clenched his fists. We can never be together like we used to, can we?
• After a while, the rain continued, even though it appeared to have let up a little. However, Stella remained in the same spot with the same posture beside Shirley’s tombstone in a pitiful manner. When Miles got closer, he saw Stella resting her head on the grave and noticed her drenched face as he wondered whether it was caused by the rain or her tears. However, her shivering shoulders quickly suggested to Miles that it was likely her tears, hinting that she might have cried so hard that she had passed out, yet she looked like a mother who had just peacefully fallen asleep beside her daughter.