The car stopped outside Maria Hospital, and Wei Anning got out, looking up at the building before her that was very Renaissance in style. In fact, it was her first visit to Maria Hospital.
In her memory, her mother had mostly worked night shifts to take care of her. She went out as Anning slept, and she came in as Anning woke up. For 20 years, she had not once visited the place where her mother worked.
It hadn't seemed odd before, but now that she thought about it, she also hadn't seen any colleagues or friends of her parents come to their house.
Wei Anning stood outside Maria Hospital, a sense of timidity unexpectedly arising in her heart. If even the traces of her mother's existence were not here, how could she convince herself to believe that they had just disappeared?
The hand hanging by her side was suddenly gripped by a warm, dry one. She lowered her eyelids to look at their clasped hands. She smiled faintly, reassuring him, "I'm okay."
