In the serene graveyard, Gong Xiaoqiao stood holding a black umbrella, dressed in a bright red garment that seemed eerie against the backdrop.
"Mommy... do I look good today?" she crouched down, her face pressed against the cold gravestone, her expression tender.
She had no intention of crying, but as soon as she let her guard down, tears began to fall uncontrollably.
She buried her head in annoyance, her shoulders trembling, "Ugh, what's happening... I didn't want to cry!"
"But, Mommy, Xiaoqiao is so sad, so very sad..."
"Everyone bullies me... I hate it so much... I hate it..."
She caressed the photograph on the gravestone lovingly, "Mommy, I wish you could hug me, I wish I could hear you scold me, even hitting me would be fine, but it's no longer possible..."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... why did I say those words to you that day! How could I let you leave with such heartache..."
