You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

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Two days later, it was Stephanie's funeral, held in a private cemetery in Green Hill on the outskirts of town.

The sky was overcast with gloom and the rain was drizzling all the time. In the private cemetery, the stone path was washed by the

rain. On both sides of the road, the boundless green garden of bamboo was enveloped entirely by the mist. The red maple leaves

scattered all the way along looked as if there was a thin layer of red mist.

Stephanie was not a fan of extravagant ceremonies, and did not like crowds. Most importantly, it was actually such a tragic that

she should die in such a way.

So the funeral was extremely simple, with only a few relatives and close friends attending.

Yesterday, Luther set up a funeral in the city, where the rest of the community, distant relatives and friends, etc., went to pay their

respects. The group also held a memorial service yesterday. Only a few people cto Stephanie's funeral today.

Joyce was not able to appear in the public eye, plus she was unable to leave the house because of the injury on her back, so she

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did not go to the funeral yesterday.

She wore a black shirt, a black skirt, and a black hat with a black veil hanging down from the brim to block her mournful

expression.

Luther also wore a black suit and black tie, looking dignified and solemn.

The priest was already waiting at the cemetery, and he had Stephanie's spirit armature in front of him.

Stephanie was lying peacefully in the middle of the lilies, with her hands folded, holding a bouquet of lilies in her hands. The make-

up artist gave her a delicate make-up so that her face did not show the pain she had suffered during her life.

When she saw Stephanie, she suddenly could not hold back the grief surging from her heart, and at that moment Joyce couldn't

help but shed silent tears.

Her life, because of Stephanie, had changed forever.

She clearly remembered that morning when she left, she was still alive, and in the afternoon when she chGrandma had

beca cold corpse.

Grandma passed away in such a tragic way, without even leaving a word behind. What could she even do for her?

Joyce raised her hand and gently wiped away the tear stains on her cheeks, sobbing silently.

Not much longer.

Jacqueline and Shelly both arrived at the cemetery, and from a distance, Jacqueline recognized Joyce.

She tugged Shelly and took three steps forward, pushing Joyce away nonchalantly, "Bitch, you have the nerve to show up at a

funeral? How dare a murderer cto a funeral?"

Joyce staggered back a few steps, and when she stood firm, she retorted, "I'm not a murderer! The police don’t have any solid

evidence to prove that | killed the person. | did not do such a thing, so why can't | cto the funeral."

Luther heard the commotion and cthis way.

Jacqueline rushed forward to pull Luther and accused, "Are you crazy? How dare you let Joyce cto the funeral? How can you do

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this to your grandmother? If she knew that you are so fool. How heartbroken she must be?"

Luther frowned deeply, "If Grandma could really know what we are doing, she certainly would hope Joyce to see her off. As for who

is the murderer, there will be a day we could find out. It's too early to draw conclusions."

Shelly wouldn't let up, "Grandma couldn't possibly want to see her, brother, so hurry up and let her go! Don't let her dirty up the

funeral!"

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