Qiao Xuan could tell that Qiao Yue needed to figure out where to start, so he took the initiative. "When Auntie left home, I was young and inexperienced. But in my memory, Auntie was a very gentle person."
Hearing Qiao Xuan's words about her mother, Qiao Yue's eyes brightened, and she revealed a beautiful smile. She looked at Qiao Xuan, hoping he would say more.
A soft smile touched Qiao Xuan's lips as he recalled his few memories of his aunt. Even though he did not remember much because of how young he was, this aunt of his left a profound impression on him. She was a woman in love.
His aunt, Qiao Yue's mother, was just like her name. There was a warmth to her that few could compare. She was like the sun on an early summer's day, and all who met her basked in her afterglow.
