Mo Ying shook her head.
"It's alright Brother, I'm leaving. It was an accident, you just have to remember me forever. I'm just playing the violin in another place. Don't be sad, I never blamed you. I remember that we had a little rabbit before. One day, the little rabbit bit me and Grandma said she was going to cook the little rabbit, but didn't I forgive her?
"It's a pity that the little rabbit died of illness, so I made a rabbit pendant and wore it. Now, I'm going to find the little rabbit. With him accompanying me, I won't be lonely."
Mo Jinrong was covered in tears, unwilling to accept the fact that Mo Ying passed away.
"Ying'er, do you know how much I miss you?"
"Brother, let go of me. I'm leaving, I'll always be in your heart."
Mo Ying smiled, took out her violin, and played a piece of the jasmine tune before slowly disappearing into the black dream.
Mo Jinrong lay on the sofa, his tears drenching the pillow.
