e eyes. This must be what Dad meant by feeling unwell!Xiao Ho could feel that his father was especially tender towards his mother. Every time he looked at her, his eyes were different from how he look...The sky, with crimson clouds drifting.

The setting sun cast an inky hue upon the branches, lending a touch of eeriness to the landscape. It felt as if it were mourning the passing of a young life.

Wen Man's face was covered in tears, and she seemed to have lost her soul.

Have you really gone, Hoshi

What are you going to do, are you afraid...

Mom... what should I do

Wen Man pressed the handful of fresh soil into her chest, her body hunching inward. Even through her clothes, one could see the prominent ribs on her thin back.

"Why... won't you let me see him one last time!"

Ho Shaoting originally wanted to pick her up, his long fingers paused in mid-air, staying there in a strange posture.

His voice was hoarse, almost unrecognizable: "It's not a pleasant sight, child. I'm afraid you might forget it once you see it."

Wen Man listened in a daze.

She closed her eyes slightly: " Huo Shaoting, you are so cruel! She is your child too, and you just...just..."

Those words, Wen Man couldn't bear to add them to her little Huo Xi.

She put the dirt from her arms onto the small bag.

Then, she began piling the surrounding soil on top, the soil always containing some sharp stones, and soon cut her hands. But Wen Man didn't care.

She did these things mechanically.r mother.The villa was quiet.The maid must be slacking off. There was no one around. In the vast space, only the soft, light footsteps could be heard. Before she reached the upstairs, she softly calle...