Chapter 58

I combed my mother’s hair for quite a while; the scent of shampoo was delightful and lingered around her.

Smelling the delicate fragrance emanating from my mother, though I felt reluctant to leave, it would be somewhat inappropriate to continue combing my hair.

My fingertips brushed through my mother’s hair, and I put down the wooden comb, saying gently, “Mom, I’m done combing.”

The mother opened her eyes, which had been slightly closed, and said serenely, “Thank you, my dear son.”

“Why are you being so polite with your son?”

My mother stood up from the bedside, her graceful figure…