Her husband had died of stomach cancer at the beginning of that year. She would be the next to die of liver cancer, after the woman in the wheelchair. Just being aware of this fact, Mei seemed to have heard the voice of a near death.
However, Mei managed a simple yet not that simple smile, saying, “Yes. So glad you can still recognize me.”
“Of course. I remember everyone in your family except your youngest sister. She was adopted at eleven or twelve, wasn’t she?”