Chapter 663 Choose A Cemetery

The air was filled with the smell of lavender, which was unique only in Provence, the lavender kingdom. The sun had risen in the sky, and it was round orange was like the golden pumpkin pies eaten by the children.

For many people, today was a sunny day, but for some people, they were destined to be depressed.

A new day had begun. The street was full of people. They were busy and rushed to their own destination.

In the villa far away from the street, the air was filled with the same fragrance of lavender, but in a silent room, the fragrance seemed to have been solidified by time.

Suddenly, a loud baby's cry burst out from a room, and then the wailing echoed throughout the house.

On the big bed beside the crib, the woman clutched the quilt on her chest. Her forehead was full of sweat, and her mouth was slightly open. A vague sound came out of her throat.

"Tristan, don't go!"

The woman sat up from the bed and shouted.

Looking at the grey quilt in front of her, Consuela slowly loosened her grip and looked at her shoulder.

It was a pajama, not a coat stained with blood...

Then she just dreamed of Tristan...

It was just a dream...

Consuela recalled what had happened in her dream, but was pulled back to reality by the crying beside her.

She pulled back the quilt and rushed to the crib.

Holding up the crying Richelle, Consuela glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table and found that it was already past eight o'clock.

Richelle was so hungry that she burst into tears. Consuela carried her downstairs to prepare the milk powder.

After feeding Richelle the milk, Consuela washed herself and found that the time was nine o'clock.

In the kitchen, Consuela was cooking porridge while holding Richelle who had finished her milk and didn't cry. She thought of the dream this morning.

Before the porridge was ready, Terence had come.

After ushering Terence into the living room, Consuela was about to pour him a cup of tea, but was stopped by Terence. He said that it was inconvenient for her to do that, so he poured himself a cup.

"I called you before I came here, but your phone was turned off."

Remembering that she had called Cassie before she fell asleep last night, but she was i

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Consuela shook her head, saying she was not satisfied.

"How about this slope?"

Consuela didn't understand what Terence meant until now. She looked around the slope carefully.

"There are not many tombstones around. The slope is sunny, and most of the day is bathed in the sun."

After a short pause, Consuela said, "Very good."

"Yes. We've almost seen the whole cemetery. If we keep going forward, we'll find a large area of cemetery that has been sold out. There's no place for us to look at it, so we don't need to go there anymore. Now that you think this place is very good, you can take a closer look and choose a position on this slope."

He stood up from the ground and dusted his pants. Terence looked around and advised Consuela.

Rolling her eyes, Consuela caught a glimpse of a pine tree not far away.

"Terence, I want to choose the place under the pine tree as Tristan's cemetery."

Terence turned around. Following the direction pointed by Consuela.

"Sure. Pine trees are always green. It's appropriate to use that piece of land as a cemetery."

Staring at the pine tree, Consuela nodded and said, "Okay, that's the land."

The pine trees were always green all the year round. They wouldn't lose their leaves and go into dormancy like other trees.

And Tristan's tomb was built under a pine tree, as if someone had been accompanying him, spending the day and night, and spending a long time.

'Tristan, I found such a cemetery for you. Do you like it?'