But the memories surfacing in her mind were slowly searing her emotions. She stepped out of the Wanhe Building, then squatted down, silently looking up at the moon in the sky, her dark pupils reflecting the cold moonlight.
She wrapped her arms around her knees, and after a long while, she finally took out her phone.
On the phone was a photo she had sneakily taken at the dinner table just now.
It was of Ji Mulan.
She stared at the photo, her fingertips gently brushing over the face on the screen, and then she whispered very softly, "Mother..."
Ji Mulan.
She looked a lot like her mother.
**
Jiang Fulai had just returned; he originally planned to take Jiang He out for dinner first.
But while driving through the streets, he caught sight of a white figure squatting on the side of the road.
"Stop the car," he said abruptly, sitting up.
The car slowly came to a halt.
