Gu Nuan Nuan's gaze swept over her mother's face. The scar was still as shocking to behold as ever, and her full head of white hair made her look ancient, but her overall spirit seemed quite good. Her expression was no longer the stern, emotionless mask she wore all day, the one Gu Nuan Nuan remembered from her past life. Instead, it was full of love, carrying a peace and composure that could only come from the wisdom of experience and a deep acceptance of life.
She felt a wave of relief, but at the same time, her nose tingled with the urge to cry. 'I know why,' she thought. 'It's because after I passed away, Mom still had Shengnan by her side.' Shengnan had been so young then, needing someone to pour all their heart and soul into caring for her. That's what kept her mother from being completely consumed by the unbearable grief of outliving her own child, unable to recover. A person's spirit is completely different when they have a purpose, when they are needed.
