By the time Blair and Wesley arrived, Damon, Curtis and the others had left.

The two of them stood silently in front of Megan's gravestone.

Wesley placed a bouquet of flowers on the gravestone and stood still.

Blair asked him, “Are you feeling guilty?”

He understood what she meant. In an affirmative tone, he replied, "No."

“Really?”

“I won't let anyone hurt you, no matter what." If he could go back in time, he would make the same choices all over again.

Blair was the most important person in his life. No one could change his heart.

Blair smiled faintly at Megan's black and white portrait. ‘Megan, is this how you wanted things to end for you? Did you ever regret anything you did?'

Despite the hatred she held against Megan, Blair didn't want to say anything disrespectful to the dead. She prayed, ‘Rest in peace. I hope that in your next life, you are born as a kind and good person.’

The tombs of Megan's parents were not far away from hers. Wesley walked to their gravestones afterwards. Blair didn't tag along since she had never met Megan's parents. She waited for him outside the cemetery.

Wesley opened a bottle of liquor, squatted down and poured some of it on the ground near the gravesite.

“Mr. and Mrs. Rodriguez, I'm here to apologize to you today."

He saw some incense that had just burned out in front of the gravestone. Carlos had come, he reckoned.

He looked at the pictures of Megan's parents and continued to say, “We couldn't educate or protect Megan Like we had promised. Forgive us. If you reunite with her in heaven, please show her the right path..."

When Blair saw him walk out of the cemetery with a gloomy face, she felt sorry for him. She didn't know why, but she wanted to comfort him.

Wrapping her arms around his waist, she said gently, “You can cry on my shoulders if you are feeling sad."

He had taken care of Megan for so many years. It was normal for him to be upset.

He kissed her forehead.

“No, I'm not going to cry. It's only natural to have such parting moments in life.“ He had witnessed too many deaths in his life. Quite a few of his comrades-in-arm had died in the battlefield or during dangerous missions. He had never shed a tear over their deaths. Because he knew very well that the best way to honor them would be to give them a victory, not tears.

At least, in his case, he felt that crying wouldn't solve anything or help vent his sadness.

“Oh, you sound heartless. I bet you won't cry when I die in front of you one day," she joked.

A dash of fear gripped his heart. He couldn't bear to imagine such a scene. Tightening his grip on her, he rebuked, “Don't say such stupid things."

She chuckled.

"Let's go home."