CHAPTER 234: CHAPTER 74: BIRTHING AWAY SORROW (PART 2)

Su Ziceng’s attitude towards her was like how one would treat a completely normal person. Sister Mu’s reluctance to move out of "Admiration" is largely because she does not want to be treated as a disabled person. She dislikes the pitying and sympathetic attitude from everyone who sees her.

"There have been big changes in this area." Su Ziceng heard Sister Mu’s sigh behind her, paused, and without realizing it, they had reached the central park of Zone 5. The place they stopped at was under an advertising board being constructed, where several workers were assembling steel frames, and painters mixed paints beside it. A breeze from the Sixth District dispersed the smell of the paint.

"The changes in the future will be even greater, Sister Mu, let the past be the past," Su Ziceng noticed an unpainted blank billboard still lying on the ground. In a few years, countless skyscrapers would spring up in Mo City, the roads would be filled with various sedan cars, and the scent of the sea breeze would also become hard to detect.

Sister Mu bent her right leg and leaned on the railing nearby. The steel frame of the billboard had just been set up, imposingly erected by the roadside. In the park, a pregnant woman walked past with the support of her husband.

Sister Mu pointed towards the happy couple, "I once had that kind of happiness too, a man who loved me, a child about to be born, but all that is gone, and I can’t get over it."

"I thought, women like Wen Zimu had learned to give birth to their sorrow," Su Ziceng never had the chance to experience the taste of motherhood; in her ten-year-long marriage, in the early years, she was weak and sick due to a kidnapping, and by the time her health improved, she had started indulging in various cosmetic surgeries, making her body no longer suitable for pregnancy.

"Birth to sorrow? That’s another new term, Ziceng, you’ve brought me more surprises than everyone else combined," Sister Mu deliberately ignored that forgotten name.

"Maybe you’d prefer I call you New," Su Ziceng did a curtsy with a knee bent, which seemed rather out of place because she was wearing a British-style coat.

"You knew all along, you’re such a sharp one," Sister Mu laughed, fine lines appeared at the corners of her eyes, perhaps because of the sunshine, or maybe her smile; from Sister Mu, as fragile as glass, Su Ziceng again saw that admirable and lofty Wen Zimu, "Just call me Sister Mu."

"In Paris, I met Miss Bao Qin who asked me to send her regards to the YSL lady," old acquaintance’s greeting should evoke some emotions.

"Someone still remembers me?" Though Sister Mu had long left the runway, she knew well that the fashion world’s competition was fiercer than any other field; this year’s styles would not make it through next year, and a model from ten years ago should have disappeared by now in the haze of memory.

"I also met a girl named Lin Ying who, because of you, decided to pursue a career on the runway," Su Ziceng decided that if there was a chance, she would definitely introduce Sister Mu and Lin Ying.

Is that so? External glamour already has nothing to do with me," Sister Mu stood up straight, dizzied a bit by the sun, it was time to go back, too many memories would sweep her into the whirlpool of memory, from which it was hard to escape.

Su Ziceng opened her mouth, wanted to say something more, but Sister Mu had wrapped a hard shell around her heart, difficult for outsiders to break through.

"Hello! Are you the one from ’Admiration’?" A timid female voice and a pause in the clack of high heels, a stylishly dressed female office worker blocked Sister Mu’s path.

The female office worker held a folder in her hand, looking like she was rushed out for a task, her face flushed with the breathlessness of hurry, and in her eyes sparkled surprise.

Is she? Su Ziceng tried to recall, not sure when she had served this female customer at "Admiration." Su Ziceng had only worked as a salesperson for two months, so her memory was a bit vague. Surprisingly, Sister Mu also looked puzzled.

"Don’t you remember me? I am," the female office worker tossed her long hair simply tied at the back, revealing a chin that made a beautiful angle in the sunlight.

The woman from the Sixth District who had suffered domestic abuse. Su Ziceng and Sister Mu realized at the same moment. The woman who left the Sixth District in despair, her scars hidden under makeup and a fancy dress.

"That’s me," the female office worker laughed, her laughter sounding like a golden oriole bird spreading its wings, flying high in the winter sky.

"I divorced that man, then found a secretarial job in a newly built office building in the Fourth District. Now there’s a man pursuing me, and we are getting married next year," the female office worker seemed like an old friend not seen for many years, sharing everything happening around her, her earlier desolation and despair had long been swept away, her world now far from any gloom.

"Congratulations," Sister Mu said indifferently, the female office worker bowed deeply then held Sister Mu’s hands tightly, "Thank you, you changed my life."

A person’s path can indeed be completely changed by a chance meeting with someone.

The happiness of the female office worker infected Sister Mu and Su Ziceng. Watching the reluctant departure of the female office worker, Sister Mu kept her gaze on her for a long time, not willing to look away, and after a while, she said, "I should be thanking you." (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote with your recommendation ticket and monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)