Seeing Wen Yongning again, Cheng Zhiwei felt an unusually calm emotion. Perhaps it was only after personally experiencing the terror of Zhou Chenyan that she could understand Wen Yongning's helplessness back then.
She understood, but still couldn't accept it.
There was just no longer the hysterical opposition she had felt before.
The violin sounded melodic, and a sweet scent wafted through the cafe.
Wen Yongning quietly looked at Cheng Zhiwei. She didn't look much like Yu Man but shared a few facial features with him, just not many.
Caressing the warm coffee cup, Wen Yongning spoke first, "Your mother was a kind and brave person. Everyone liked her. When I met her, she was making nests for stray cats with school volunteers."
It was summer then, very hot, but her eyes were bright.
These memories were treasures for Wen Yongning's entire life.
So much so that when he spoke of Yu Man, there was a soft light in his eyes.
However, after he had spoken, he became somewhat uneasy.
