Upon seeing her approach, Mrs. Zhang moved her lips as if to speak, but hesitated.
This brief moment of indecision did not escape Ruan Mian's notice: "Mother, has something happened?"
Mrs. Zhang took a deep breath and, after a moment's hesitation, spoke honestly.
"I wish... to handle Zhang Hexsong's funeral arrangements."
Ruan Mian was taken aback and intended to say it wasn't necessary, but upon reconsideration, she acknowledged that, after all, her mother and he shared the bond of siblings.
As she pondered, Mrs. Zhang suddenly asked her: "Mianmian, do you think I'm overdoing it? Or perhaps... I shouldn't..."
"Mother, you must have thought it through carefully before making this decision. The deceased has passed, just proceed according to your wishes."
"After all... he was once an uncle."
Mrs. Zhang lowered her gaze; receiving the understanding from her daughter seemed to open her heart.
It was also the first time she mentioned her childhood in front of Ruan Mian.
