"I'm leaving the day after tomorrow." Su Rong wasn't packing to leave; instead, she was taking things out of her suitcase.
She wasn't talking to herself.
There was another person in the room.
It was already ten o'clock.
If Su Rong weren't coming, she would have already gone to bed by now.
"Have anything to do tomorrow?" she asked.
"What? Did you forget your promise to your grandfather? His last wish before he died was for you to find a man to marry. Didn't you promise him that?" After taking out the clothes, Su Rong looked at the woman sitting at the bedside with a nonchalant expression.
"Mourning." Her voice was cold and emotionless.
Su Rong let out a cold laugh: "Three months is enough, do you really intend to mourn for three years?"
"Why not three years?" There was a glimmer of determination in her eyes.
The mother and daughter had been estranged since the incident a year ago.
