"Suicide?" Chang Mei was stunned when she heard this news, how could Xiao Chu have committed suicide? Xiao Chu had merely stepped on the rose soap she had sent, slipped, and fell to the ground, leading to a fatal hemorrhage. How could it be suicide?
"Perhaps, in the eyes of all of you, my mother was nothing but a greenhouse flower that needed protection, yet she was one of the earliest to see things clearly," Su Ziceng simply and concisely repeated Qiao Chu's words.
After hearing everything, Chang Mei did not flip through the Rose Handbook again. She hugged it tightly to her chest, placing it near her heart. The owner of this diary had been dead for twenty-three years, but just now, she had come back to life, residing within this diary, alive again with the beating of Chang Mei's heart. That trusting friend, with her pair of clean, youthful eyes, had been resurrected once more in the depths of Chang Mei's heart.
