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Jiayi really didn't know how to comfort him, and after much thought, she could only utter this sentence.
He neither agreed nor disagreed, his eyes looking towards the blurred world soaked by the rain, as if he were recalling the past,
"My mother left us in her sleep that day. As usual, I was napping beside her and when I woke up, I couldn't wake her up no matter how I tried. At that time, the old master was on business in Europe. The servants placed her body in an electric, temperature-controlled coffin to wait for the old master's return. During those days, I stayed constantly by the side of the coffin."
Jiayi was slightly shocked.
She couldn't imagine what it was like for a child of just a few years old to face the death of his mother alone and then, surrounded by servants, to guard his mother's body in the empty, cold villa, waiting for his father to return from his trip.
That must have been a deeply etched memory, right?
