Chapter 9 -003 The Rush of That Year_2
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On the weekend, Su Wan went to the cemetery.
Her family was considered a literary family; her grandparents were both scholars, and in their youth, they were professors at a university, dedicating almost their entire lives to their students. Her father was once the principal cellist of an orchestra, but later resigned to provide Su Wan with a stable life, choosing to become a violin craftsman and focusing on teaching her the cello. Her aunt was a civil servant, and her uncle was a high school teacher.
As for her mother, she left the country alone after divorcing her father when Su Wan was three years old.
On the day her mother left, it was raining.
She stood in front of the windowsill, silently watching her mother's figure holding a black umbrella, without turning back. She knew that this woman had left her.
The next time she saw her mother was six years ago at her father's funeral.
The thirty-eight-year-old woman's skin was still well-maintained and radiant. She wore a black long dress, and her face, free of the traces of time, bore a hint of weariness. She said, "Wanwan, I am your mother."
Su Wan looked up at her, and the pair of bright eyes identical to her mother's held some unclear emotions.