There are few people in Xinhua Bookstore; these days, it's hard to even have enough to eat, books aren't cheap, and not many people come to buy them.
Gong Mingjie freed up a corner, a small round table, a few chairs, Xu Qinghuan and Song Wanlin sat there talking.
This could be considered the first proper conversation between the two of them as mother and daughter. Jiang Xingye went to the supply and marketing cooperative across the street to buy two bottles of soda for them and stayed outside.
"Go on, what have you come all this way for?"
Xu Qinghuan glanced at Song Wanlin's sallow face; compared to the first time she saw Song Wanlin, she indeed looked much more haggard.
The spots on her skin couldn't be covered by makeup, and the wrinkles were much more pronounced; she seemed to have aged even more since the last time Qinghuan saw her at Old Mo's Restaurant.
