The letter in his hands dropped to the ground, and tears fell onto the paper, blurring the ink into ripples of water.
With a vacant stare, Zihuai looked straight ahead. He had never known any of this.
In his memory, Ziyin had always been gentle; she never beat or scolded him for poor grades, nor did she curse him for fighting at school. She would always say gently, "You're growing up now. As long as you understand how some things are, that's enough."
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