Adrian moved the umbrella over her head, just like he had done the first time he accompanied her to visit her parents' graves.
His hair was damp from the rain, a few strands clinging to his forehead. In his hand was a bulging paper bag. White chrysanthemums were visible at the top, along with what looked like other items inside.
He didn't dare step closer. He just stood there straight, like a child who had done something wrong. "I didn't bring much," he said softly. "Just some flowers… and the snacks and wine your parents used to like."
Anya was silent for a few seconds before giving a slight nod. "Put them down."
Adrian let out a quiet breath of relief and quickly stepped forward to arrange everything properly. Only after finishing did he return to her side, tilting the umbrella towar
