The elevator descended to the first floor, and as they stepped out, the sky still held the remnants of twilight.
It was summer, with long days and short nights, and a little past six the sun hadn't fully set, the air filled with the scorching heat of sunlight. Su Wanhe took the initiative, "Auntie, you haven't had dinner yet, have you? How about I treat you to a meal?"
Zhou Ruo, mindful that she once saved her son's life, couldn't bring herself to refuse, and after some thought, she smiled and agreed, "Let me treat you instead. Thank you and your father for saving Ah Che and taking care of him for so long. Without you, I would never have seen him again in this life. During the days when he was missing, I thought he was no longer in this world and had even held a funeral for him."
Mentioning the past still brought a pang of sorrow to Zhou Ruo's heart.
