“Mommy, what does it mean to get married a second time?” the child asked suddenly, licking a chocolate-coated treat. Su Wan watched Lu Tingchen's shoulders stiffen, then abruptly slapped the report, stained with rose dew, onto his knees.
“It means...” She pushed the wheelchair toward the newly planted cherry tree. The evidence box buried here ten years ago had become a time capsule. “Some people need to change their identities to keep clinging to you.”
