"Suicide?" Chang i was stunned when she heard this news, how could Xiao Chu have committed suicide? Xiao Chu had rely stepped on the rose soap she had sent, slipped, and fell to the ground, leading to a fatal hemorrhage. How could it be suicide?
"Perhaps, in the eyes of all of you, my mother was nothing but a greenhouse flower that needed protection, yet she was one of the earliest to see things clearly," Su Ziceng simply and concisely repeated Qiao Chu’s words.
After hearing everything, Chang i did not flip through the Rose Handbook again. She hugged it tightly to her chest, placing it near her heart. The owner of this diary had been dead for twenty-three years, but just now, she had co back to life, residing within this diary, alive again with the beating of Chang i’s heart. That trusting friend, with her pair of clean, youthful eyes, had been resurrected once more in the depths of Chang i’s heart.
"Aunt Chang," Su Ziceng called softly. If Qiao Chu had not chosen suicide, Chang i would have been the most endearing elder, who would have cherished Su Ziceng just like she cherished Qiao Chu. However, the absolute departure of Qiao Chu transford the nature of Chang i’s heart. For the majority of the past, she took pleasure in watching Su Ziceng act willfully and unreasonably, watching this girl, who had deprived Qiao Chu of her life from birth, endure all kinds of hardships.
"Thank you, thank you," Chang i murmured with her head lowered, her lips pressed against the diary, "for bringing Xiao Chu back to ."
"I plan to bury the ashes of Qiao Zhi’an, that is, my uncle, next to my mother’s grave. Even until the mont of his death, he still rembered my mother." Qiao Chu’s fortune was another’s misfortune. Her short life did not garner the love of her beloved husband, but it did earn the lifelong devotion of another man and woman.
Su Ziceng left the Rose Handbook with the still-living Chang i. She also wanted to do sothing for the already deceased Qiao Zhi’an.
"Qiao Zhi’an? He’s dead?" Chang i also knew that reserved and pedantic old-style scholar. When Qiao Chu first enrolled, it was Qiao Zhi’an and the Qiao Family who sent her over. Qiao Zhi’an’s love was lonelier and even harder to sustain than that of Chang i, who lived with Qiao Chu day in and day out.
"My father sent to ask for your opinion," Su Ziceng looked at Chang i with hopeful eyes, wishing for her affirmation.
"He’s had a tough ti too, Xiao Chu has been dead for so many years now," thinking that there was soone in the world who was even more pained than herself, Chang i’s heart softened.
"Also, I haven’t seen Xiao Chi for a while now. After a bit, I’m thinking of moving my father in to live with , and if it’s convenient, I’d like for her to move in too." Su Ziceng invited Chang Chi over not only for the convenience of taking care of Su Qingzhang but also because she would need a helper when Espr’s affairs gradually got on the right track.
"Have you stopped resenting her?" Chang i looked into Su Ziceng’s clear eyes and couldn’t detect any traces of the past in her tone.
"She... no longer resents , right? The issues between her and were nothing but childish squabbles," Su Ziceng heard from Sister Mu that when she received news of Pello’s engagent to Wen Maixue, Chang Chi was the first to rush over. Her tearful state at that ti even moved Sister Mu, who was normally indifferent to familial affections.
"Ziceng, I know you’re doing things you believe are right. Xiao Chi has always been strong-willed, partly because of . The recent matters involving the Su Family have hurt her deeply, and now she’s doing what she must, taking good care of Qing Chang," Chang i promised Su Ziceng that she would pass on her invitation to Chang Chi.
When Su Ziceng walked out of the prison visiting room, she didn’t call for a taxi, but instead, she walked straight along the prison’s kiloter-long periter wall. The road ahead seed interminable, as if it would never end.
Unable to see the end, Su Ziceng stepped on a stone that crunched beneath her shoe. Her cellphone began to ring, and she hurriedly checked it; it was an unfamiliar number.
"Ziceng," with the prison wall still beside her, Su Ziceng instinctively looked towards the over two-ter-tall barrier topped with barbed wire. Had Chang i perhaps left sothing unsaid just monts before? "The life-exchange ntioned in Xiao Chu’s diary, have you read it too?"
After returning to the cell, Chang i began examining the diary. She and Su Qingzhang were different; the Yu Hua’s God Stick and Japanese God’s Calculator ntioned in Qiao Chu’s diary were both people Chang i had t, and they definitely had so secrets to them.
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