Saturday morning.
Qin Wan accompanied Xie Mengmeng as she was discharged from the hospital.
In the afternoon, she bought a bouquet of flowers and drove up the mountain.
In the deep autumn season, even with the sun shining brightly, the wind on the mountain was still very cold.
She subconsciously drew her coat tighter and quickly placed the flowers in front of Lan Jingzhi's gravestone.
The last time she had visited was before she went abroad.
The woman on the gravestone had a face that remained unchanging over time, her smile still gentle and dignified.
Qin Wan looked at her tender smile, remembering the images that occasionally haunted her dreams, and felt an inexplicable sourness in her nose.
She pressed her lips together, raised her hand, and caressed her face.
A hesitant "Mom" spilled from her lips, and it felt like a door had opened in her heart, allowing all her emotions to surge into her soul with the sound of that "Mom."
It spread rapidly to every limb and bone.
