Youyou sniffled and sobbed a little before falling asleep in her own tears.
Gu Yilin took the bottle away. He lowered his tall body and gently wiped the tears from the corner of Youyou’s eyes. He covered youyou with a cream-colored blanket and frowned, he kissed Youyou’s fragrant and soft forehead.
Youyou, you must grow up healthily, or else... I will lose the courage to live.
Xia Xiaodie’s departure had given this father and daughter an incomparable pain and trauma. In the long years ahead, he and Youyou would not recover.
..
Xia Xiaodie’s funeral was held as scheduled. It drizzled on this day, and the early autumn Earth welcomed its first desolation.
