I understand how my parents miss me, because I really want to too.
I really miss my sister.
I really think about it, really think about it, really think about it...
The group photo together seems to have been taken away by me.
Sand sculpture? No, no, no, my sister is smart.
She is the envy of everyone and an excellent child of others in the mouths of all parents.
But she still left.
It was a text message forwarded by Yi Yao. It's Tang Xiaomi's vicious heart. It's those cruel murderers.
I remember it was cloudy that day.
I got the message. Three in the morning. In the dark room, all that was left was the beeping colorful stripe pattern at the end of the TV show.
The fluttering light of the TV shone on me, who had been sitting on the sofa for a long time.
The corners of his mouth are salty and astringent of tears, and Yi Yao's text message was forwarded with me.
And I couldn't save Yi Yao.
The deaths of both passed me by.
Self-blame, guilt, I need to bear, more than that.
A huge, dark haze enveloped my world. I couldn't breathe.
Until...
Her reappearance.
