Xiang Wan remained silent, suddenly realizing how terrifying it was to forget.
It had been a long time since she had looked at her father's photos. His image had gradually become blurry in her mind, leaving behind only an unclear outline.
The end of humanity was never death, but forgetting.
It was only when the little one shook her hand that she came back to her senses, "Ali, if your dad doesn't come to see you, he must have his reasons. It doesn't mean he doesn't want to see you. Just like my dad... he went to a faraway place, he can't come back, and I can't go there either, but I am sure he loves me."
The little one suddenly brightened, "So we are the same. Actually, my dad does call me occasionally, so when I think about it, it's not too bad..."
...
It was only when dusk fell from the sky that Xiang Wan decided to return.
