Chapter Forty: Appearance and Reality
Thinking of this, Lin Mengmeng’s eyes showed a trace of determination, and she smiled, “I’m very sure, it’s because of love.” The car pulled up at Lin’s Cemetery. Xie Ruan, holding a bouquet of white lilies, accompanied Lin Mengmeng to her brother Lin Yan’s gravestone. Placing the flowers in front of the gravestone, Lin Mengmeng slowly squatted down, touching the only photo of Lin Yan on the stone, “Brother, I’ve come to see you.” She should have come on the anniversary, but she had been delayed for too long, thinking she would soon meet her brother. Unexpectedly, she was resilient enough to live until now. “Brother, rest assured, I’m doing well, and I’m very happy,” her voice choked with emotion. Previously, her brother always worried about her being bullied in the Shao family, and she never told him about her marriage of appearance but no substance. After her brother’s death, she often cried at his grave, half out of grievance, half out of longing. Now, she could genuinely tell her brother that she was doing well, and her visits to the grave were no longer out of grievance.
