"Ah, Liu Zheng, for us, you're the most important. We liked Zhiqian before because he was truly good, and we were at ease entrusting you to him. But since you said it's not possible anymore, this Xue Weilin isn't bad either. Your dad and I think, whether it's a black cat or a white cat, as long as it's good to you, it's a good cat!"
To love someone is mostly just like that, putting it artistically, it's that trite phrase from the internet, 'If you are well, it is a sunny day.' Putting it plainly, it's like what Mom says, 'As long as you're fine, then it's fine.'
The images imprinted on the ceiling from last night, illuminated by the bright light during the day, faded like a sand painting losing its sand, leaving only a thin residue overlaying her heart. It did not hurt, yet it always lingered there, unbreachable by even a whiff of air.
She suddenly hugged Pei Jianfen, resting her head on Pei Jianfen's shoulder, falling silent.
