What happens to a person after they die?
Souls? Ghosts?
If you feel scared or confused, then close your eyes.
Wen Mo reached out and covered Xia Lian's eyes.
"Look up, look at the sky."
The next second, the tears in her eyes were gently wiped away.
After a person dies, they will turn into a star. When you open your eyes, the brightest star in the sky is the answer you are looking for.
"At least for this moment, Mom will always be watching over you."
Xia Lian could no longer make a sound, choking as she called out for her mother, reaching out to grab at the stars in the sky.
Just then, as if hearing her call, the sky seemed to flash slightly in the very center.
The girl took in the whole scene, held the star in her palm, and gently placed it back on her chest, as if she were feeling her mother's warmth.
"I really, really miss you so much..."
Tears welled in her eyes as she choked back sobs, all the incoherent ramblings from before condensed into this one sentence, as if bidding a final farewell to the unspoken longing she had felt in the hospital room.
After a long while, as if she had lost all her strength, she leaned on the railing and slowly sat down on the dusty roadside. Xia Lian, who had been crying and calling for her mother, gradually calmed down.
The once empty eyes regained their former luster.
As if her mother were right beside her, she parted her lips slightly and began to sing that lullaby once more.
"The dark sky hangs low... accompanied by bright stars..."
Wen Mo sat down beside her and gently patted her back. As if he felt that his voice was not soft enough for his mother to hear, he cleared his throat and hummed along with Xia Lian.
If one person's strength is not enough, then two people can work together.
It felt like stepping back into the past, with her mother singing songs beside Xia Lian, gently lulling her to sleep.
Xia Lian's eyelids grew heavier and heavier. She was exhausted from crying and her body swayed. She was still trying her best to sing, just so she could feel her mother's presence a little more.
"The insects fly, the insects fly..."
Finally, Wen Mo placed her head on his lap, gently stroking Xia Lian's cheek. Accompanied by the boy's gentle singing, the girl slowly drifted off to sleep.
With all his longing condensed into this childlike lullaby, Wen Mo leaned against the railing and added the last line for Xia Lian.
"Who are you thinking of..."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
