Cheung Yun-Er, the woman who had raised Yi-Xiu for ten years before Pan Rong had sent him off to study abroad. Just when Yi-Xiu was declared deceased by the country, along with 239 people on board the aircraft. She was in as much pain as Mother Wang was when she heard the news.
Although Yi-Xiu wasn’t the child she had given birth to, but he was still the son that she had spent nearly ten years with. Raising him, taking care of him like he was her flesh and blood.
Every time Yi-Xiu wanted to visit Yi-An and Mother Wang, she never opposed. Instead, it was she who had driven him to a nearby place in the neighbour, so he could walk to the Wang’s home. It was she who had given him money for Wang Yi-An’s cellphone.