"Auntie, you look prettier when you smile." Ethan's voice was faint, his weak but sunny smile visible through his oxygen mask.
"I'll definitely get better."
"Yeah, you will get better." Scarlett managed a smile, but tears kept streaming down her face.
She wasn't lying,she had always treated Ethan like her own child.
At this moment, she felt her child had grown up, become strong, but this growth pained and saddened her.
"Auntie, when I can get out of bed, can you take me to see the ocean?" Ethan's gaze wandered, his voice weak.
"Yes, I promise you," Scarlett said, her heart aching as she held his hand tightly and pressed it to her lips.
"I also have some collectible figures I like..." Ethan's voice grew even softer, as if he was on the brink of death.
"Buy, buy..." Scarlett's tears, which had just stopped, began to flow again. She couldn't keep her smile anymore and sobbed uncontrollably.
