"Mr. Fu... your wife's mother passed away in the nursing home."
Fu Shinian distinctly remembered that it was February 1, 2016, the Little New Year according to the lunar calendar, just seven days before the Spring Festival. His grandmother had repeatedly instructed him over the phone to bring Su Mu home for a family reunion meal. He verbally agreed, thinking indeed he should resolve the issues between them before the New Year.
If Song Yi hadn't appeared later, he thought, he probably would have taken the initiative to look for Su Mu.
But, there were no ifs.
When Fu Shinian arrived at the nursing home, both Qiao Yu and Wei Shaoqin had already arrived; he, who should have been the first to get there, was ironically the last to arrive. He saw Su Mu sitting on the now-empty bed, facing away from him, motionlessly staring out the window, with Jiang Bei beside her, tightly clinging to her shoulders.
Like a still painting.
