Before Mu Lanke could speak, Wang Qing continued, "Your aunt passed away the year you were born. We grew up together and were very close, if only..." At the end, Wang Qing let out a deep sigh.
Mu Lanke wrapped her arm around Wang Qing's, "Mom, don't be sad, the past is past, and you still have me to accompany you from now on."
"Mhmm," Wang Qing nodded, with a hint of solace in her eyes.
The two got out of the car and bought incense, fruit, and fresh flowers at the entrance to the cemetery.
Mu Lanke had wanted to pick a bunch of chrysanthemums, but Wang Qing said, "Your aunt loved roses the best, let's buy roses for her."
"Okay, Mom." Mu Lanke put down the white chrysanthemums and chose a bunch of brightly blooming red roses.