Natasha's pov

Winson raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, what do you want me to promise you?"

"You will accompany me to mourn Moony every year from now on,"

Winson said in a low and helpless voice, "is it necessary?

It's just a horse. "

I simply sat on the ground and said, "but it's not an ordinary horse. You gave it to me, and I cherish it very much. Anyway, you must promise me that you won't let me go. Otherwise, I'll sit here and cry until I'm blind."

He nodded in agreement.

In fact, Winson did it.

Every year, he accompanied me to send a bunch of flowers....