Felicia took a week off to go home and arrange her mother's funeral. I wanted to accompany her, but she wouldn't let me.
She said, "We're not married yet. I don't want you to do these things for me. William, you don't have to worry about me. I won't lose hope. I will send my mother off properly. Then I'll adjust my mood and find you at school."
She hugged me and rested her head on my shoulder, shedding a single tear. Then, she followed her father—or rather, her adoptive father—back to her hometown.
I sensed that she had abruptly changed.
Her gaze had become much more determined, and her demeanor had grown steadier and stronger. It was as if she had suddenly transformed from a timid girl into a woman brave enough to face anything.
I sighed.
Felicia was facing such a painful separation. My words of comfort would be pointless and powerless. Ultimately, all I could do was send her to the station and watch her leave.
Back in the dormitory, I lay on my bed and called my mother, telling her about Felicia's situation.
"Mom, do you know which big family this happened to?"
My mother thought for a moment before shaking her head. "I haven't heard of it. But William, this happened 20 years ago. Information technology wasn't as developed back then, and there were many secrets in large families. Not hearing about it is normal."
"In what situation would a large family go to such lengths to get rid of a child? They even forced their own daughter to death."
My mother sighed. "There are many possibilities, but I don't want you thinking about these things. You're still young, William. Don't get involved with the dark side of these big families too soon. I promise to help you investigate. You just focus on studying and don't get involved, okay?"
"Okay."
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