Even if I ran Su Rongxing over with the car right now, what good would it do? Mom would never come back. Her twenty years of effort, no matter how difficult, she held her head high and forged ahead, never slacking. Why? Because she knew she couldn't and dared not slack off. If she fell, if she retreated, what about Mom? Who would take care of Mom? And now, without Mom, she felt her whole life was barren, as if life suddenly had no meaning. No matter how hard she tried to stay strong, it was meaningless.
After Hao Ren brought her back to the funeral parlor, she just sat in front of Shu Hui's portrait.
The photo was one taken when Shu Hui was awarded the excellent teacher award, taken several years ago. Every time she needed a photo for awards, she used this one.
She didn't choose it. She was completely confused, not knowing anything. Everything was arranged by Hao Ren, including the photo. Perhaps it was the only one he could find.
