After the checkup, I dozed off for a short while, plagued by nightmares and waking up in a fright several times, so I decided to get up.
I went downstairs after a quick wash.
It had already begun to grow dark outside.
Mo Shiche had been arranging these matters for the past three days without a wink of sleep and had just gone upstairs to take a brief rest.
We would have to keep vigil tonight.
Luo Qiangwei knelt again in front of the mourning hall, staring at Ding Fanying's kind portrait in the center, as if she was smiling at her.
She gave a slight smile, as memories of the past flickered before her eyes like frames in a film, and she softly called out, "Mom…"
A seemingly familiar cry rang out, "Tangtang."
Luo Qiangwei jolted, propping herself up and turning to look, only to have her expression cool upon seeing who it was, "What are you doing here?"
Su Mo entered in white clothes, followed by Sheng Miao, whose arm was wrapped in gauze.
