...
Ning Wan wasn't sure if Shen Fu had taken in what she said after that.
But when the breathing around me stopped, the rise and fall of my chest disappeared.
Ning Wan couldn't help but bury her face in his chest and sob...
...
The weather in Yuncheng was fine on the day Shen Fu was buried.
The air was warmer than usual, unlike the warmth of winter.
The bright sunlight shone on people, making them feel warm and comfortable.
Ning Wan sat in a rocking chair by the French windows, swaying gently.
Ning Yanshu stood beside her, her eyes filled with unease: "...Mom, why don't you move in with us?"
The swaying chair slowly came to a stop.
Ning Wan opened her eyes and whispered, "Xiao Shu, do you know? No one has ever loved me like your father has, for a lifetime..."
"In the days since he left, I've felt like this world is an illusion... Our story has come to an end, and this is the best ending."
Ning Yanshu had many things she wanted to say, but for a moment, they were all stuck in her throat.
Ning Wan tilted her head back and looked at the man beside her: "Can you take care of yourself?"
"……Um."
"Then I'm relieved..."
Ning Wan closed her eyes and rocked the chair again.
Ning Yanshu hesitated for a moment, but ultimately left the room.
He stood at the door, saying his final goodbye: "Mom, I love you."
After saying that, he closed the door and turned to leave...
...
In front of that sun-drenched floor-to-ceiling window, the shadows were stretched long.
The light inside was blinding, and a gentle breeze seemed to be blowing outside the window.
The rocking chair swayed slightly before finally coming to a stop.
The room returned to tranquility.
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