"Yes, someone always bears the burden of suffering."
Su's mother agreed with this, but...
"I've never met someone as optimistic as him, so optimistic it was almost as if he was carefree. You couldn't see a hint of the distress life imposed on him. So naive, so happy... You couldn't tell what his happiness was based on, but he was just very happy. Later, I thought, maybe... his happiness simply came from seeing the flowers he planted blooming beautifully."
"...Xiao Meng is like him."
Yin Shixiu's eyes revealed a trace of gentleness.
"Yes, Xiao Meng's temperament is very much like his, easy to manage, yet easy to lose control."
Su's mother tore the cut gauze into a thin layer again.
"I was only eighteen years old at the time, the summer after the college entrance exams, that's when we met."
She took a deep breath and then secretly smiled, "He might not know even now, maybe I was the one who fell in love with him at first sight."
