"You didn't know?"
The middle-aged woman looked at Huo Sining with a strange expression, about to speak, but then seemed to think it inappropriate for an outsider like her to discuss such matters, so she abruptly stopped, gave a wry smile, and said,
"It's something that happened many years ago. It's all in the past now, so let's not talk about it. As long as Jing Lin is doing well out there, that's all that matters."
Huo Sining felt increasingly puzzled, but since the middle-aged woman didn't explain, she couldn't keep pressing her for answers and had to bury her doubts in her heart.
Following the middle-aged woman to a nursing home not far from the community, she could see from a distance a group of elderly men and women singing and playing instruments in the courtyard, very lively.
"That's Mrs. Feng," the middle-aged woman pointed toward a corridor on one side.
Huo Sining quickly looked in the direction the woman was pointing, and upon seeing it, she felt a bit bittersweet.
