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"There's no reason to get upset about this, Wuming," Qing Chen said. "Feng Xuan's memories cheated on her too. Who knows what else happened that day, or even before that day?"
Qing Lok said, "I think, we're all just upset because we didn't think our mom could do this to us. It was as if everything was making us doubt what we know about our mother—the person who was supposed to love us but now we are trying to know if she was still alive." He tapped Qing Chen's back. "I'm done with the pictures."
They moved back to the living room and had the pictures printed out in papers and flashed them on the screen.
"Should we get started on the rose?" Feng Xuan asked, looking at the picture of the tattoo in the middle of Qing Chen's back, lining his spine.
"The rose could mean a lot of things," Qing Chen said. "There's love at the top of the list. There's lady too—"
"Beauty and the Beast," butted Wuming with a grin.