Afterward, when Lin Zhi called again, Su Hongxing didn't answer, and later she put the phone on silent.
By noon, news of Lin Zhi's passing came.
When Mo Li called, Su Hongxing forced herself to compose and answered the phone.
"Su, my mom called you many times this morning. What did she say to you last? Can you tell me?"
As soon as Mo Li spoke, Su Hongxing was at a loss for how to respond.
Mo Li continued on his own: "My mom is gone. She had a terminal illness, and no one told me about it. I didn't even get to see her one last time. Lately, I've been busy with work and haven't visited her for a long time. Why do people always remember to cherish only after they lose something..."
"The deceased are gone, try to come to terms." Su Hongxing replied softly.
She had once hated Lin Zhi deeply, but with Lin Zhi's death, all grievances faded away like extinguished flames.
"Can you tell me what she talked to you about before?" Mo Li steered back to the main subject.
