Chapter 184 A Hundred Kowtows

The next day was a rainy day.

At 8 AM sharp, two cars parked at the entrance of North Ridge Cemetery.

Dante got out of the car first, opened a large black umbrella, and then helped Serena, who was holding flowers, out.

Behind them was Vera, whose face was even paler than the hostas Serena held.

She silently followed the young couple in front, looking at the long upward steps, each step requiring a