What Was Remembered

Ling'er glanced at Feng Jiuxiao and knew what her daughter was worried about. "This is between your father and me. We aren't young anymore; we will settle things as adults should," she said.

Qin Shu understood where her mother was coming from but still felt worried. "Father said you want to return to Jiangcheng with me. Is that true?'

Ling'er nodded. "Mm."

Qin Shu pursed her lips, not knowing what to say. She knew what it felt like to be lied to by someone she trusted wholeheartedly.

She would not persuade her mother to do otherwise.

...

After Qin Shu left...

Ling'er glanced at Feng Jiuxiao with no intention of saying anything else. However, just as she was about to leave, she was locked in an embrace. The faint fragrance of bamboo leaves tickled her senses. It was a familiar scent. The heat around her penetrated deep into her bones, taking a breath away.