The car stopped at the entrance of Huaishan Cemetery. Wen Xinya carried a bunch of Viburnum flowers that were pure and white as jade and followed Grampy onto the high stone steps in the cemetery.
In her previous life, other than that time she visited her mother after just returning to the Wen Family, she only visited her mother once a year during her anniversary with the rest of the Wen Family. How did she feel at that time?
She remembered! It was perfunctoriness and reluctance!
In her previous life, she didn't care about how her mother died, and no one bothered to tell her. Besides that first time where she cried at her grave, she never cried again.
In her eyes, mother was only someone who had never appeared in her life.
The path was still long. As her legs got tired and heavier, so did her feelings. Her heart was filled with complex emotions—joy, hurt, sadness, regret, uneasiness. Her feelings were overwhelming and almost drowned her.
