He rubbed the pendant between his fingers and muttered to himself sadly.
"Youyou, when are you coming home?"
…
"Are you thinking of not coming home? Am I always making you angry? I promise that I won't do it again! I won't tease you or make you unhappy…" Little Yichen pursed his lips and added, "But most importantly, when are you coming home?"
He returned to the bed and lay down quietly. Looking at the empty space beside him, he stretched out his arm in a daze and imagined Youyou lying beside him. He wanted to hug him, but there was only thin air. Little Yichen's nose started to sting again. He clenched his jaw and clutched the blanket tightly as he let out a helpless whimper.
…
He had a long and dreary dream, so stifling that he could hardly breathe.
In the dream, the skies were gloomy and pregnant with oppressing dark clouds. It gave one a heavy heart, as though something imposing was looming over.
