Chapter 637


    It was Keh. Dressed in a crisp white shirt, he was standing not too far away with a white towel


    in his hand.


    "Keh?"


    Upon seeing her, a hint of surprise washed over Keh''s face before he walked towards her.


    "You''re here to pay your respects to Be, and you didn''t even give me a heads up. If I''d known you


    wereing today, I would''ve stayed away."


    He offered a wry smile, then began to wipe Be''s headstone with the towel in his hand, gently and


    meticulously.


    It was clear that out of all the headstones, Be’s was the cleanest. It was obviously tended to


    regrly.


    "Do youe here often?" Dorothy asked, observing how familiar he was with the routine, as if he


    were the caretaker of the ce.


    "When I have nothing else to do, I like toe by and check on her," Keh replied after ensuring


    the headstone was spotless and then casually plucking a few tufts of grass that had sprouted


    nearby.


    Dorothy felt a pang of guilt. She hadn''t done as much as Be''s own daughter. It was Keh who


    picked up her ck. "Thank you, Keh."


    "Thank me for what?" He raised an eyebrow, folded the towel neatly and tucked it into his pocket.


    "Be was fond of me, and I admired her indomitable spirit, too. All of this has nothing to do with


    you. You don''t need to thank me."


    "Keh, I—"


    "There''s no need to say anything," Keh cut her off gently, "Don''t shoulder all the responsibility


    yourself. Since I''ve already said it''s my own will, you don''t need to feel obliged. Actually, I should be


    thanking Be. Sometimes, Ie here and talk to her when I''m feeling down or troubled. It''s a way


    for me to rx."


    Dorothy lowered her eyes, "You really don''t have to do this, Keh. I can''t give you anything in


    return."


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    "Am I asking for anything? Dorothy, I''ve long since stopped wanting anything in return." Keh


    stood quietly in front of her, his tone tinged with self-mockery and loneliness, "Don''t take away this


    last bit of sce from me."


    He had already retreated to the edge, even restraining himself from calling her too often. What more


    did she want?


    Dorothy kept her head down, knowing that no amount of persuasion would be of any use.


    He had persisted for so many years. If he were the type to heed advice, it wouldn''t havee to


    this.


    "I won''t disturb you any longer. Have a good talk with Be. I''ll drop the towel off at the storage


    locker and wait for you down below."


    "Alright."


    Dorothy nodded, watching Keh walk away, his figure shrinking with distance until it


    disappeared.


    She ced the flowers in front of the headstone and then sat down beside it.


    "Moth, I''m here."


    Whenever she called her mother Be before, she would get a stern look for not calling Mom, yet


    Be’s hand would always reach out to touch her head.


    Be had always been stubborn in her ways.


    Dorothy doubted her mother ever really spoke softly or calmly.


    She remembered back in middle school, hiding the fact that she was working part-time. When she


    got back to the hospitalte at night, she thought her mother would be asleep. Until one night, when


    she was half-asleep, she felt someone stroking her hair with such tenderness and care.


    She heard her mother''s sigh, and a whispered apology filled with guilt.