Now that both parents and siblings are gone, she thought she would be spared this part of the ritual, yet the one feeding her the soup dumpling turned out to be Miao Liangfang.
Lu Tong clutched her skirt and sat down beside Miao Liangfang, who fed her a snow-white glutinous dumpling.
As the sweet fragrance of sesame spread from her lips and teeth, Miao Liangfang looked at her with a smile and said, "Xiao Lu, though we are not related by blood, on the eve of the spring examination, I was, after all, somewhat your teacher. It is said that one who has been a teacher for a day is a father for life. Now that you are getting married, I shall boldly assume the role of an elder."
Lu Tong smiled and replied softly, "Thank you, Teacher."
She had two mentors.
One taught her to see through the cruel realities of the world, the wickedness of human hearts; the other taught her the ethics of medicine, that patients come first.
The former taught her to seek; the latter taught her to let go.
