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It was clear that the weather was sunny and sunny not long ago, but the sky quickly darkened in a short period of time.When Tim arrived at Wayne Manor, it was already raining like transparent thin lines.

The sky was dark, but Wayne Manor was lit with warm yellow light.

Tim had no expression on his face. He opened a pure black umbrella and walked aimlessly in the garden.

Every time he walked through a place, he could recall some memories of the past.

Tim hasn't been to this land allocated to her by Lin He since the big earthquake. Today is the first time Tim came here to see that she once planted Gypsophila.

Lin He planted Gypsophila and seemed to be well taken care of.Although the flowers are so small and the color is not bright white, they are still blooming brightly, like a sky full of stars.

Tim stopped beside the brilliantly blooming gypsophila flowers, holding a black umbrella and staring at the dotted white flowers, remembering what Lin He said when he took him to plant gypsophila.

Gypsophila is the slowest flower to bloom, but the last to wither - it blooms for a long time!

In the memory, the sun was shining that day, standing in front of the window looking forward to Lin He being shrouded in golden sunlight, his whole body became blurred, only his eyes were still shining brightly.

A smile seemed to melt in her bright and clear blue eyes.

Although we can't see it blooming for a while, but when it blooms, we can watch it for a long time. Doesn't it sound great?

The warm-toned memories quickly receded as if being startled away by the sudden rush of rain. Tim came back to his senses. The bare land in his original memory has now grown like a night full of stars.

But the person who planted it has been unable to fulfill its promise to watch every day.

Those memories are like bitter sea water, when you trigger it, it will sweep up until you are submerged in this unpleasant emotion.

But no matter how much he recalled the past, Tim's expression remained stern.

During his experience of being the person who maintains order at night, he has long been used to hiding all his fragile emotions in his heart - but obviously, this is not a good habit.

And having this habit is not something to brag about.

Tim is in a bad mood—he always does when it rains.

In fact, he didn't have any resistance to rainy days before. At most, rainy weather added a little trouble to his routine night activities, but this little trouble didn't make him feel bored with rainy weather.

...maybe it's because rainy weather always brings back memories of the irrevocable past.

As Tim, one of the most sober members of the family, he once thought he could sensibly separate Lin He from himself.But the fact is that after learning the news of Lin He's death, he felt a heavy pain that was very familiar to him.

It was a person who had no resemblance to them, she had never participated in their night work or even known their danger at night—she was only active in their day time.

But after losing that active figure in their lives, they can all clearly feel that something has become different.

Tim knew that neither he nor anyone else was the type to dwell on past grief.

They may fall into temporary pain and sorrow, but they also know better than anyone how to stand up and move forward despite being covered in scars.

It's just that some habits that have been formed do not mean that they can be changed by changing them.

Before, Alfred would even prepare an extra glass of milk in the morning.But when Alfred brought all the milk to the table, he immediately discovered the mistake.

Tim remembers very clearly that Alfred smiled and put the extra glass of milk in front of Damian, and told Damian to drink more milk if he wanted to grow taller.

Although they all knew the reason for the extra milk, no one said it.Even Damian, who had no interest in milk, just frowned and stared at the cup of extra milk for a long time, and finally dealt with it expressionlessly.

Tim was walking slowly in the rain with a black umbrella, he seemed to be thinking about something, but he didn't seem to be thinking about anything.

Behind him, the cluster of stars in the sky was blown by the cold rain.These fragile little flowers, even though they are blown by wind and rain, still stand upright.They shake the snow-white flowers, as if they are saying goodbye to someone.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Tim finally stopped.

There was a small stone tablet not far in front of him, and Tim could clearly see the writing on it even from a distance, even through a layer of mist-like rain.

"Helia Wayne"

The gold-plated handwriting is still bright even in the dark afternoon, just like the hair color of a girl sleeping under a stone tablet.

Tim stood where he was and didn't approach.

To be honest, this was the first time he came here alone.

Maybe a second, maybe 10 minutes later, Tim finally took another step towards the stele that had been silently waiting in situ.

After walking in, Tim suddenly discovered that there was an exquisite small box under the stone tablet, and inside the small box was also exquisite tiramisu.

—It seems that someone has already come.

Tim felt he should say something.

He could feel that when his eyes rested on the box of tiramisu, there was a surge of emotion in his heart—this emotion seemed to be suppressed by him immediately, but it seemed to be uncontrollable. Break through his shackles.

What kind of emotion is that?

It seems to be light, but also seems to be rich; it seems to be sad, but also seems to be nostalgic.

Tim stopped in front of the box of tiramisu, and there seemed to be some indistinct emotion surging in his eyes, but then his eyes became calm again.

He moved his gaze upwards, and there were two lines of small characters engraved under Lin He's name.

It was Lin He who asked to engrave it in the recording, and she also emphasized that only those two lines of short sentences could be engraved.

Tim looked away from the two short lines.

He sat down slowly, leaning against some cold stone tablets.

At this moment, Tim was still holding on to the black umbrella, creating a small space for himself and for the stele that didn't need an umbrella.

This kind of scene seems to have happened a long time ago, except that the time he held up the umbrella was not black, and it was not a cold stone tablet under the same umbrella with him.

Tim looked over the rippling pool, over the halo lights glowing in the rain, and finally landed as far as his eyes could go.

Although Tim couldn't see the scene clearly through the increasingly heavy rain, he knew that there was a sky full of stars forming a bright white sea of ​​stars.

Hearing the pattering rain, Tim pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled.

"Please give me a smile."

"I like your smiles."

"The stars in the sky are very beautiful." He whispered.