After Jeremy joined, Juliana stopped taking care of the role selection and gave it all to him, including the male role.
She began to do other things.
Five days later was, the Chinese Hungry Ghost Festival on July 15th.
Benson went to S city, and after finishing his work, he went to the cemetery.
On this day, it was raining.
Benson stood far away and saw three people standing in front of Miranda’s tombstone.
Timothy, Wendy, and Stewart.
Timothy looked at the tombstone seriously. Miranda’s smile on the portrait was permanently fixed on it, and sadness came from the photo.
Benson looked at it from a distance and saw the depression, loneliness, and sadness of Timothy’s figure.
He looked at Stewart again. He knelt in front of the tombstone on one knee, kissed the portrait of Miranda, and then held the monument.
Stewart’s face was attached to the portrait of Miranda, and tears slipped from the corner of his eye and choked, "Honey, I miss you so much, and I can’t wait to accompany you now."
Stewart couldn’t help but cry, "Honey, it’s raining. Are you cold? If I hold you, it won’t be cold."
Benson felt very queasy.
Wendy held an umbrella in one hand and went to hold Stewart in the other, "Stewart, don’t do this. She will be sad underground. Only when you are good can she feel at ease."
Timothy never spoke, just standing straight, looking at Miranda’s portrait with deep affection and sadness.
Wendy looked at him sideways, only to feel that he exuded an intense sadness and heavy death.
Thinking of Timothy almost dying here, Wendy was jealous and worried about Timothy doing stupid things again.
Wendy pulled Stewart, and her voice also choked a little, "In fact, you can think it in another way. Miranda was still alive. She transplanted her heart to me, I lived instead of her, and she is still with us."
After saying that, Wendy coughed and put her hand on her heart.
Timothy looked sideways at Wendy and asked her, "What’s the matter?"
Wendy clutched her chest, and her face was a little pale. She smiled shallowly, "Nothing, it’s a little cold, and her heart hurts a little. Maybe we are too sad for her."
Timothy looked at Wendy’s curved eyes and smiled, only feeling that his heart hurt.
Miranda liked to laugh , but Wendy didn’t laugh before.
Wendy’s many actions were becoming more and more like her. Was it Miranda...?
Timothy pressed down his thoughts, then took off his suit jacket and put it on her, "Take care of yourself."
Miranda’s heart was on her body. To take good care of her was to take good care of Miranda.
Stewart looked at the intimate interaction between the two people, and his eyes flashed a trace of jealousy, but he finally hung his eyes and sadly attached the tombstone.
Wendy was forced. When he became strong and bought the Greene’s group, Wendy didn’t have to be so compromised!
Benson felt very uncomfortable when he saw those guys and felt worthless for Miranda.
Perhaps, he had thought that Juliana had been substituted into Miranda’s original identity, so he was furious.
Benson strode forward with a black umbrella, and his voice was colder than the rain.
"Even if the heart is transplanted, Miranda is still Miranda, and no one can replace her!"
Listening to the cold voice, Stewart and Wendy couldn’t help shivering and looked up.
Looking at such a powerful and expensive man, Stewart and Wendy couldn’t help looking at each other.
What did it have to do with Miranda?