She was calm, unexpectedly calm, hardly taking care about anything, except her roses.

How fiery rose! With sticks wildly sticking out. Lying in a transparent vase, beside the window.

Her rose was changed every day, because another would be sent. She counted the roses and her hair dropped frequently.

She lay down squinting at the rose, tore and tore the petals, piece by piece, and also scratched her daughter Jane's heart cruelly. Jane didn't stop her mother, and wanted her to let her tears run.

"Why not see him before you can?" This question puzzled Jane for a long time, but finally she kept quiet.

She whispered. Jane just bent down to hear, but too late. The remaining of the rose dropped onto the floor as her hand let go.

She went, went away so quickly, quietly.

Jane continued to count until the 99th rose was sent forth.

Jane would never forget - that was a very lovely day, with an unexpected guest - her uncle, Johnson.

In fact, to feel faint was Johnson after Jane told him that she died of cancer a few days ago. He struck his chest with his fist, and then knelt down at the bedside.

After a long time, he showed Jane a letter:

Dear Wendy,
Here, with the 99th rose, with all my love.
It's 99 days since last dating. During those days, I ate badly, worked badly, and slept badly. I really don't understand why you keep me out of door without a reason in our happy days.
I had made a big mistake. It's coward not to get you back from my brother while we were deep in love, to let him hurt you so much. Another mistake would never come!
Please allow me to take good care of you for the rest of your life.
Love you forever,
Johnson

Jane couldn't say a word as tears had already run across her cheeks.

Slowly Jane took out an envelope which her mother left for him.

Dear Johnson,
I am really anxious to see you. But I can't. Cancer robbed my beauty, all my treasure.
The rose you sent was my prop in spirit. That's why I still have courage to live.
Please forgive me for leaving you the best, but the last
Love,
Wendy

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