Her eyes were somewhat empty; she didn't cry, perhaps because she had grieved for so long that she had become numb and could no longer shed tears.
Looking at Ruanruan, she suddenly smiled, but the smile was tinged with bitterness.
"Let me tell you a story about the Flower Spirit Tribe," she said.
Ruanruan leaned against her, the mother and daughter who had just met for the first time, spending time together in unexpected harmony.
Ruanruan and Hua Ying shared a resemblance that was seven parts alike, only one looked more youthful while the other appeared more mature and radiant.
Ruanruan softly said okay.
Hua Ying wrapped an arm around Ruanruan's small shoulders, like a true mother, letting her lean on her, her fingers gently sliding through the hair beside her ear.