Wen Wanzhi's eyes welled up with hot tears, instantly blurring her vision.
A tear drop plopped onto the page, smudging some of the ink.
The notebook's corners had already turned faintly yellow, treasured and frequently perused by its owner.
Wen Wanzhi's lips trembled as she pulled a tissue from the coffee table, wiping away the warmth in her eyes.
She closed her eyes, emotions churning ceaselessly in her heart.
Wen Wanzhi's fingers gently pinched the yellowed pages of the notebook, carefully reading on.
——Today was her funeral. Only then did I realize that behind her frail and delicate appearance, her heart was so ruthless.
——I certainly know that ashes can't be used for DNA identification. I just wanted to deceive myself, pretending that the one placed in that little box wasn't her.
——But she had actually prepared an autopsy report in advance, and even left behind strands of hair... Was it all just to make me give up hope?