Chapter 23 The Final Visit
She came to visit me in prison to tell me that our mother had passed away.
The storms inside and outside the family had worn her out completely. She died quietly at the beginning of spring this year, worn down by sorrow.
Before she left, she made a will and divided the property.
I nodded numbly.
But Mu Weiyi sighed and said,
“Mother left the car and the house to me, but the remaining four hundred thousand in savings she left to you.
“She said that when you get out, everything will be very hard, so this money is necessary.
“I won’t take what belongs to you. You can appoint someone you trust to handle it for you.”
I opened my mouth. For a long time, my dry throat made no sound at all.
“You… do you… know what really happened back then?” I finally gathered the courage and forced the words out.
Mu Weiyi looked at me. Through the glass, her dark pupils carried no sorrow, no joy.
Yet somehow they made me shiver.
“Sister, why do you think I know nothing at all?”
“…W-what?” Hearing that form of address, I couldn’t help leaning forward and pressing my hand against the cold glass.
She leaned back slightly, pulling away from me.
“I thought we were both satisfied with this ending.
“Actually, there’s one thing—if I don’t say it now, I may never have the chance again.”
The guard was right beside us. I didn’t dare get too emotional. I only bit my lip and stared at her steadily, waiting for the rest.
“Sister, when I was little, I was like you—I didn’t really like the adults. Instead, I listened to you a lot.
“You remember—I was raised by you.”
She gave a very soft laugh, as if we were just chatting about old times.
“So that day when you went to buy the cola, I really did stay right there waiting for you. Always… always waiting right there for you.
“It’s a pity the other person came faster than you. If you had come back just a little earlier, I could have drunk that cola.”
“You… Wei… Weiyi…”
My whole body went weak. My mind flashed back to ten years ago at the South City train station plaza—the tiny figure who had nodded at me.
So she hadn’t lied to me. I was the one who had lied to myself.
I lowered my head. I felt that for the rest of my life, I would never be able to look straight into her eyes again.
So this was the final meaning of Reap What One Sows that she taught me.