After sitting quietly in the room for over ten minutes, Qin Yiren raised her hand to touch her cold cheek, feeling the wet traces of tears on her fingertips.
Time has changed, and the owner of the house is now different. Apart from this room, everything else was far from what she remembered, only sparking fragments of memory.
Regretfully rising to her feet, Qin Yiren took one last look at the room under the sunset, knowing in her heart that she could not get more out of this place.
However, coming here had its rewards. She now felt a strong urge to visit her foster mother's grave, something she had always hesitated to do.
The reason was simple; she had no impression of her foster mother, only feeling estrangement and confusion, without sorrow or sadness.
Respecting the departed is important; she didn't want to pretend or be hypocritical, preferring to wait for the most appropriate moment.
Now...
It's the most suitable time.
