“On the way home, father was driving. There was still not much talking between us.
All of a sudden, I came to remember that he loved osmanthus the most. I rolled down the car window so that the delightful blossom fragrance could be allowed in.
I was not sure if there was any at that moment.
Whereas, I knew it for sure, lying deep in my heart there would be always a delightful scent of tenderness.”
