"So once he sets his mind on something, he won't change, just like his deceased father," Mrs. Zhao said as she stretched out her hand and placed it on Jiang Mei's hand.
The warmth from the elder's palm conveyed a heat that caught Jiang Mei off guard.
"You've divorced, and I'm a widow -- the situations are somewhat alike. Wensheng has told me about your circumstances, and, honestly, even he believes he's half to blame."
Mrs. Zhao's clear and bright eyes looked at her, "I'll just ask you this," she said, "are you willing to accept my son? Can you give him your wholehearted love?"
Jiang Mei, without hesitation, said, "I can."
Jiang Mei may not have many talents, but one thing she could do was to fully commit to something once she made up her mind.
