Chapter 24 Flowers Don't Smell as Good as Mother's

The next day, my father drove early in the morning, covering a distance of more than 60 kilometers. The road after leaving the city was terrible, broken and old, and it wasn’t until late morning that he finally arrived at his destination in the development zone.

We traversed the entire city, from one bustling end to the other, where there was almost no human presence.

Upon arrival, my father insisted on finding a place to eat with the other elderly folks in the WeChat group before he would take us to admire the “breathtaking” flowers he had described.

I had…