Chapter 50
Ji Ming’s Perspective (Part 13)
Every Friday, I flew to her city and, while she was at work, bought a bouquet from her mother’s flower shop to take back to Beijing.
Her mother was very kind, always greeting me with a smile and chatting about everyday life while wrapping the flowers.
I told her that my parents had passed away.
With tears in her eyes, she said I had suffered.
All these years, she was the first elder to feel sorry for me.
It’s wonderful that she has such a mother.
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