It was Monday, November 6th. One more day and it would be the Beginning of Winter.
And on that very day, Song Zhongming's first wife, Liang Yue'e, died unexpectedly.
This wasn't the first time Shi Nuan had experienced someone's death. Long ago, she'd gone through the loss of the person dearest to her.
She and Liang Yue'e weren't that close, but hearing this kind of news was still hard to accept.
She thought of Song Yichuan. Just over half a year ago, Song Yichuan had died in this very hospital.
That day, it had been raining, but now outside the autumn sky was high and clear, the air crisp, the sky an endless blue. Yet the heavy, sorrowful mood was exactly the same.
Liang Yue'e's two younger brothers, both in politics, arrived fifteen minutes after she was pronounced dead.
They couldn't accept that their older sister had passed, and immediately grabbed Song Zhongming by the collar and beat him up.
