Tao Ti threw herself into his arms, sobbing like a little beast, her small body trembling. It was the first time she had faced and truly recognized the arrival of death, with a loved one departing from her side.
Tao Mo gently lifted her up, his voice soft and loving, comforting her, "Good child, don't be sad. The wind has taken him to the sky, turned him into the brightest star. When you miss him, just look up at the stars in the night sky..."
Under the old man's gentle soothing, the weary Tao Ti closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep.
Seeing the child asleep, the old man gently wiped away her tears.
The elderly man on the bed had already passed away peacefully; the heart monitor had long turned into a flat line, with the doctor and nurse at the door, stopped by Cheng Guodong and Qin Xin.
As Tao Mo carried Tao Ti out of the ward, the doctor and nurse hurried inside to check the situation.
Cheng Guodong reached out to hold Tao Ti.
