The scent of incense lingered at the tip of her nose, incense burning in the ancestral hall, candles lit, it was very solemn.
Only here did Rosie Scott face her mistakes without lying.
She knew some things were both right and wrong.
And she understood her responsibilities and duties as Mrs. Charles Anderson.
Felix Scott said deeply, "Your mother was a people's teacher, upright and honest, but she was in poor health and lacked education for you since childhood."
"But I believe you are a good girl."
"Although I don't know why you did this, I feel it was something you struggled with for a long time."
"Dad doesn't blame you, just feels guilty for letting you get involved in these things. If it weren't for the marriage with the Anderson Family, you might be with the one you love."
The young girl looked down at the scattered ashes on the ground; it had been a long time since she had visited her mother.
