Amidst her half-consciousness, Cecilia caught fragments of his words.

“If you're always this sweet, I won't need to smoke anymore."

Morning arrived, and Cecilia woke up.

Mark was gone, and Edwin had departed for school.

Only Olivia remained perched on the bed's edge, regarding Cecilia with curiosity.

As Cecilia rose to her feet, she just realized she was clad in Mark's black shirt.

A rosy hue painted her cheeks.

After refreshing herself, Cecilia descended the stairs with Olivia cradled in her arms. Zoey was in the midst of packing her belongings.

Glancing at the clock, Cecilia noted it was already ten o'clock, feeling a touch of embarrassment.

However, Zoey didn't seem to mind at all; in fact, she appeared rather relieved.

It seemed that her son was adept at tending to his wife.

Zoey didn't dwell on Cecilia being late. Instead, she simply mentioned her plan to take Cecilia and Olivia to the mountains.

Cecilia found it quite surprising.

Zoey had resided in Duefron for an extended period, yet Cecilia had never witnessed her embarking on a mountain excursion.

When Cecilia inquired about it, Zoey simply offered a faint smile.

Upon reaching the mountainside, Cecilia soon realized their purpose was to pay their respects at Jarrod's grave.

Jarrod had passed away.

One of Jarrod's junior apprentices welcomed them in. After paying their respect to the deceased, Zoey secluded herself in a meditation abode for a long while.

Cecilia had faintly heard that Jarrod used to reside in that very place.

When Zoey came out, her eyes held a hint of redness.