Chapter Nine, Haze

Baicao needs to attend competition coaching classes, and there is only half a day off on Sunday afternoons each week. Mom and Dad say that even if he does not achieve a ranking in the competition, such coaching can still improve his general course performance. Therefore, he must persist in attending.

Bai Cao also knows that persuasion is futile; Chu Ran is always like this, determined to do what she wants without any obstacles. So stubborn, so headstrong. There must be a reason she is living at the school, so I will help her pack her things. Bai Cao is very sociable, so she went to the dormitory where Chu Ran lives to laugh and joke with those girls, buying fruits and snacks to share with them, just to make it easier for Chu Ran to get along with them. However, Chu Ran seems ungrateful, staying alone in her tent and not coming out. The girls never really liked the rebellious and arrogant Chu Ran, so they ignored her. Bai Cao opened the tent, her face full of smiles, "Chu Ran, don’t hide, come out and play with us!"

Churang tightly embraced Baicao, feeling utterly exhausted, Baicao, Baicao, I am very afraid

In front of the teacher at school, Mother fully supported Churan, stating that it was necessary to cultivate the child's ability to live independently, allowing her to develop well in the broader environment of the school, while gently stroking Churan's forehead as she spoke

Bai Cao Shen appeared calm and indifferent, fortunately. He has fallen asleep

She dialed that familiar number, but a cold yet beautiful voice informed her, "Sorry, the number you have dialed is turned off." The last thread of comfort was severed. Her heart felt like it was covered in snow, aching to the point of numbness. She just kept dialing that number back and forth, leaving voice messages again and again: "Jiacheng, where are you? Do you not want me anymore? Do you know how desperate I am right now"

Sometimes, after class in the evening, the three of them walk together in the vast campus. Under the deep blue sky, the ancient campus is surrounded by lush green plants. In the expansive night, the occasional chirping of insects and the soft calls of birds can be heard. The teaching building, library, science museum, and art gallery... Those buildings, whether young or weathered, faintly reveal simple or intricate lines. Outside the library, there is a dilapidated swing set. In early spring, large white magnolias bloom abundantly. The plump petals fall gently, landing on the swing and the moss-covered stone steps. Two twisted wisteria plants intertwine, hanging clusters of pinkish-purple flowers in late spring. This is a place they love to come to. They remain silent for a long time. After a while, Churan, smiling cheerfully, sits on the swing, while Jiacheng pushes her. The two twisted wisteria plants intertwine, hanging clusters of pinkish-purple flowers in late spring. This is a place they love to come to. They remain silent for a long time. After a while, Churan, smiling cheerfully, sits on the swing, while Jiacheng pushes her. Baicao stands nearby, watching in a daze, seeing her fly higher and higher, watching the corners of her clothes bloom like flowers, watching her fair face bathed in the cool moonlight. A strong illusion strikes her. She suddenly thinks, will there come a day when Churan flies higher and higher, eventually disappearing from sight

They sat closely together on the rocks overlooking the river and sea. Churen rested her head on Baicao's arm, her dimples filled with tranquility. Baicao, my mother is getting married. It is to a man I do not like.

Baicao loves the clear and bright smile of Churuan the most. Churuan eats with great appetite, tearing half of a baked pancake to give to Baicao. Baicao smiles and says, by the way, he mentioned that he wants to see you

Those scenic spots are not enjoyable at all. Churan stuck out her tongue, and we left

Upon reaching the foot of the mountain, they were all exhausted, with blood marks on their arms from scratches by branches. Churuan took off her shoes and carefully cleaned out the sand and stones inside. Baicao also followed her example and diligently cleaned her shoes.

And he, simply with his vast and generous love, nurtures another woman without needing any reason. The love of youth is blind and fervent, dangerous yet fragrant

The air is humid and warm. Baicao catches the scent of patchouli and calamus, along with the aroma of mugwort. The intense fragrance intoxicates Baicao. She casually plucks a piece of jade-green leaf and grinds it on a smooth stone, extracting a vibrant green juice. The juice quickly seeps into the ancient patterns of the rock. She murmurs, "Chudai, do you know? I have also fallen in love with this place. This is another realm, a realm I had never approached or understood before."

The steadfastness of Churan is called Baicao Anxin. When faced with difficulties that are truly hard to navigate, Churan opens her arms wide and brings Baicao down from a high place. She is very strong. Baicao wonders if, perhaps, Jiacheng also opens his embrace like this, holding Churan tightly.

Churang kept pulling Baicao with all her strength. Whenever they encountered difficult terrain, she would first go ahead to test the path, ensuring that Baicao stayed in place. Once she confirmed it was safe to proceed, she would return to support Baicao again. They pushed forward with great effort through the dense jungle, where sunlight barely penetrated, blindly fueled by their passionate enthusiasm

He also said, can you help me convey a message, saying that I want to see her

Churian did not speak, merely extending her hand to pull Baicao along, parting the dense grass and moving forward. Her movements were agile, her steps resolute. Baicao was very worried, but still followed her step by step. There was no path at all. The forest grew deeper, the sunlight fading away. Strands of light poured down through the trees, beams of light dividing the space within the woods. Tiny insects floated in the dim light, immensely joyful, occasionally bumping into their faces. Vines grew thickly, and a thick layer of dead leaves was piled on the ground. Under the trees, plump mushrooms bloomed. Churian pressed her lips tightly together, continuing to move forward, her clear gaze reflecting stubbornness and determination. This seemed to be a dangerous yet beautiful element of her character. Without regard for anything, she resolutely plunged in. Baicao sensed that there must be something troubling Churian's heart. She needed to reach a tranquil vantage point to calm her inner self.

The night was as dark as lacquer, deep enough to evoke despair. She walked back and forth on the balcony barefoot, drinking large cups of cool boiled water, thus becoming even more restless. She dialed that familiar number. She knew that no matter how late it was, he would be there.

Suddenly enlightened, tears seemed to well up again. The forehead of Churen was covered with fine beads of sweat, her hair disheveled. She gasped for breath as she jumped onto the stone where Baicao was, tightening her grip. Her bright eyes sparkled as she said, Baicao, I have found the way down the mountain

Baicao Wen, where shall we go? To Qiangyuan? ... To Huilan Mountain? ... ...

She also has her difficulties, you must understand

Churan disappeared into the dense thicket and the heavy night. It was unclear how long had passed when Baicao, filled with fear, called out for Churan in a trembling voice. Only an echo responded. Baicao's tears were on the verge of falling as she cried, "Churan, Churan, where are you?" She stood on a stone and discovered that the surroundings were covered in deep grass, with old trees entwined and ravines crisscrossing, unfathomable. Fear surged towards her like a giant beast, its shadow casting a pall over Baicao, rendering her breathless. She crouched down, hugging her knees, as the bright moonlight gradually fell, and the river surface grew quiet. In that moment, she saw the immense loneliness and emptiness within her heart. She suppressed her sobs, surrounded by the vast mountain scenery, with mist swirling and the fishing lights dim. She shivered as she witnessed the myriad images flowing within her heart. The lonely youth grew up rapidly.

Suddenly, a scene from her childhood appeared before her eyes, depicting a family of three going on a trip. At that time, her father's career was far from the success it is now. They were merely a small family with a barely comfortable living. How happy they were back then. She sat on her father's shoulders, gripping his ears with both hands, while he jumped and called out: "Ranran, Ranran, let's go, let's go..." Her mother, dressed in a long floral dress, followed behind, waving a sun hat and smiling as she watched the joyful father and daughter. When her father grew tired, he would sit down to rest. Yet, she would not relent, still wanting to act cute and say "let's go." Her father would then weave a willow hat for her, adorned with blooming trumpet vines and mountain lilies. However, later on, such scenes could only be found in old photographs.

Without further ado, she pulled her outside. Baicao was not very familiar with Jin'an, and after changing several buses, she had no idea where she was. Churan noticed her unease and smiled, "Don't worry, you definitely won't get lost. I used to come out here often."

They encountered one deep ravine after another. Thus, they could only return and start over, seeking a new path. The river lay before them, yet the mountain path was hard to find, and the sky resembled a paper fan gradually closing. There were more insects. Moths with small wings repeatedly dashed recklessly towards their eyes. Baicao began to feel timid; the night self-study was about to begin. Churen said, "It's alright." Baicao quietly asked, "Can we find the way?" Churen smiled, "Don't worry, we will definitely find it." Baicao started to feel timid; the night self-study was about to begin. Churen said, "It's alright." Baicao quietly asked, "Can we find the way?" Churen smiled, "Don't worry, we will definitely find it. I have walked many difficult paths. If we really can't find it, we can just stay on the mountain for a night; surely someone will come to rescue us by dawn!" Her nonchalant tone made Baicao feel a vague unease. Churen said, "Baicao, you stay here and don't move; I will go see the way." Baicao obediently stood on a large rock. The rock had shallow indentations, likely formed by years of rainwater erosion. Her nonchalant tone made Baicao feel a vague unease. Churen said, "Baicao, you stay here and don't move; I will go see the way." Baicao obediently stood on a large rock. The rock had shallow indentations, likely formed by years of rainwater erosion.

She made a concerted effort to appear proud and indifferent, while her mother also strived to present a facade of blissful detachment. Their temperaments were so similar that, inevitably, they both ended up hurting each other. She deliberately walked slowly, pacing back and forth in the room, disturbing the adults in the living room. The opening and closing of doors naturally became more forceful. During meals, she picked at her food, making disdainful noises that were quite unappetizing. She found pleasure in capturing the fleeting expressions of her mother's concealed disgust and the awkwardness that could not be hidden on the man's face. In her eyes, this man was indeed worthless, except for being gentler than her father. The man's gentleness signified his lack of confidence and his unworthiness to be proud, which only fueled her contempt for him.

From then on, Jiacheng's phone was always turned on, placed beside his pillow while he slept, and even the slightest rustle of the wind could awaken him from his dreams. Later, Baicao often remarked that keeping the phone by the pillow was detrimental to health, as electromagnetic waves could affect well-being. He merely smiled faintly, continuing as before

I did not speak to anyone. If I were to mention someone, that person would know in their heart. The girl spat sunflower seed shells all over the ground, intentionally bumping into Churan. It is no wonder, as Churan comes from a well-off family, enjoys the favor of her teachers, the care of Baicao, and the unique and generous attention from the Shen family. Naturally, this invites jealousy.

She decided to board. She always makes such impulsive decisions. However, the head teacher said that it might be a bit difficult to arrange boarding at the school now and that it would have to wait until the next semester. She insisted on her decision. Her mother also seemed to hope that she could live away from home, so she intervened and negotiated with the teacher. The Lin family has donated a considerable amount to the first high school, and although Mr. and Mrs. Lin are divorced, the school still holds them in high regard. Therefore, when her mother initially made the request, the general affairs office immediately agreed to arrange accommodation for Churan.

Churan enjoys wandering around. As soon as class ended on Sunday morning, she pulled Baicao and said, "Let's go out for a stroll." Baicao replied that she wanted to go home. Churan laughed and said, "Why go home? It's not easy to have this half day of freedom; it would be a shame to go back and be bored. The rapeseed flowers are blooming outside, and they look their best now."

They sat on the rocks by the Yangtze River. The moist and smooth moonlight rippled along with the river waves. The murky waters of the river during the day were now incredibly clear. They sat very close to each other, leaning against one another. Churuan held Baicao's sweaty hand and gently said, "My mother is getting married. To a man I do not know."

The turbid waves roll and the white foam surges. That is the place where the river meets the sea. The scattered sail shadows resemble white gulls, seemingly soaring from the water to the sky. The mountain breeze is refreshing. She opens her embrace and whispers softly, "Do you know, Baicao, I like being alone, or coming to such mountains with him. I love nature. Nature is grand and pure."

Churuan has indeed not gotten out of bed yet. Baicao lifted her blanket, it's time for morning reading

Even if it is self-deception, it is still a desolate warmth

Churuan, feigning a pout, got out of bed to check the time. It was so early, only 6:10! Why did you come so early? Baicao helped her tidy up the bedding. I brought you something to eat, worried that you might skip breakfast again

Do not be afraid. Baicao resembles a gentle older sister; she gently brushes aside her lightly dyed bangs and says, "Be good, do not be afraid"

But she no longer wants me

Bai Cao ultimately did not jump. Chu Ran jumped back again, and the two took a long detour, navigating through ditches and dense thickets, gradually reaching the mountain top. Bai Cao saw Chu Ran, who was unusually excited, running at the summit with her pant legs rolled up high, the tall grass cutting into her delicate skin. Her eyes were bright as she pointed into the distance and said, "Look, the Yangtze River"

Uncertain of how much time had passed, she grew tired. She lay down on the floor and fell into a deep sleep. When she awoke in the night, she found herself in bed and got up to observe. Her father had returned and was tucking the corners of the blanket for her mother. She hid behind the door and watched her father as he approached, smiling and gently stroking her forehead, "Ranran, you must be good." She did not speak, and her father sighed softly, his face weary. In her memories, her father rarely bore such a dejected and sorrowful expression. Her heart softened, and she smiled at her father. She hid behind the door and watched her father as he approached, smiling and gently stroking her forehead, "Ranran, you must be good." She did not speak, and her father sighed softly, his face weary. In her memories, her father rarely bore such a dejected and sorrowful expression. Her heart softened, and she smiled at her father.

Bai Caoxin gently turned and held onto Churan's cool hands, saying, "Be good and get along well with them. This is your own choice to move in here"

As the curtain is lifted for the first time, who are you referring to

In that moment, her heart found solace. She soared, and she too took flight. She was loved by him, and thus, she could also feel that love.

That voice is filled with grievance and sorrow, like that of a child

There are some difficulties on the surface, but I still hold steady and continue to smile. Come out, I will be leaving soon.

She indeed heard his voice, Churan, what is the matter

Churang said she is tired and wants to sleep

A very spacious room. She is alone. Even with all the lights on, the shadows in the corners cannot be dispelled. She walks barefoot out of the bedroom, turns on the crystal chandelier in the hall, and sees a pair of men's shoes at the entrance. A faint cold smile appears at the corner of her mouth. In this home, another man exists.

Then, there was an unfamiliar man in the house. Mother still did not explain; she did not need to explain, merely coldly facing the man's smiles and greetings. She felt weary and ashamed. Every day, Mother cooked a lavish feast with rare enthusiasm, using it to warm the man's stomach and her own heart, which had been neglected for a long time. She looked down on them, throwing them a cold face, effectively rebuffing the man's almost obsequious expression. It was truly disgusting. She looked down on them, throwing them a cold face, effectively rebuffing the man's almost obsequious expression. It was truly disgusting

Bai Cao is the kind of girl with a good temperament who is popular everywhere. Those girls think that she is not worth being so nice to Chu Ran, so they quietly tug at her sleeve and scoff, asking why she is so good to her.

She tightly held Baicao's hand, walking through the grass that was half her height. Step where I have walked. Churen instructed, pulling my hand tighter.

Ranran, Ranran. She smiled, curled back into the quilt, and sank deeply into her dreams

She tried to carry her mother from the sofa to the bed. Drunk people always seem particularly heavy. She exerted all her strength, secretly pinching her mother's arm hard, dragging her all the way to the bed. Is this the elegant and beautiful mother she knows? A chill ran through her heart. The world was so quiet

Bai Cao has indeed spoken. What other choices does she have besides speaking? She can only conceal her hopeless feelings with her own kindness. Perhaps by doing so, it will make him remember her. That is enough.

Baicao stood up and shouted into the deepening night, "Churan, Churan!" The mountain wind dried her tears, and she saw Churan's familiar figure behind the magnolia tree.

Sometimes an overwhelming sense of weariness surges within, almost compelling one to frown. Yet she does not. She continues to smile gently.

Bai Cao is reluctant to spend time sleeping, yet does not want to refuse Chu Ran, so she accompanies Chu Ran as they both burrow under the small bed curtain. Ultimately, she cannot fall asleep, so she sits up to read. Seeing Chu Ran's childlike, pure, and innocent sleeping face, she feels a sense of deep emotion

In the same dormitory, a girl is eating sunflower seeds while casting sidelong glances, tsk, pretending to be a young lady.

With you here, I will be well. Her smile is free of any blemish, evoking a bittersweet affection deep within my heart. They embrace in the gradually dimming twilight, resembling twin blossoms.

Riding up the Changlang Bridge, there is a long slope. Baicao pedaled with all her might and finally reached the downhill. With a sigh of relief, her body relaxed as she let the bike carry her swiftly down the bridge, the tall magnolia flower lamp posts flashing by in rows. The river breeze was cool, and the shadows of the lights were dazzling. It seemed as if her heart had already reached his side, concealing a deeply buried flame within. She suppressed the burning, for she was just one person. One person plunging into the abyss of a hopeless romance, one person dancing with shadows, one person lost in intoxication. It seemed as if her heart had already reached his side, concealing a deeply buried flame within. She suppressed the burning, for she was just one person. One person plunging into the abyss of a hopeless romance, one person dancing with shadows, one person lost in intoxication

Calm and gentle. It was as if he were right beside her. She closed her eyes, deeply immersed in his warm care. She quieted down and simply said, "I had a nightmare and missed you."

Bai Cao pretended not to hear and simply said that she was going home. She smiled and told Chu Ran to rest well. Just as she stepped out the door, Chu Ran jumped off the bed and chased after her, saying, "Bai Cao, Bai Cao, don't go."

Bai Cao is very obedient. She listens attentively in class, diligently takes notes, and patiently works on exercises. In contrast, her classmate Chu Ran does not share the same mindset. She originally came along with Bai Cao but has no interest in the complex competition tutorials; instead, she leans on the desk and passes notes to Shen Jia Cheng in the back row. They enjoy passing notes, this old and childish game. Bai Cao does not know what they are writing, and she always suppresses her sadness, smiling as she acts as the messenger for the two of them. Bai Cao realizes that only when Jia Cheng is with Chu Ran does he smile, laughing innocently like a child.

The girls in the dormitory are very jealous, Chen Baicao, we also want to eat

Jin'an is located in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River plain, by the riverside and near the sea, where mountains should not exist. However, unique geological movements have added a few delicate and exquisite mountains to this plain. Among them, the famous Buddhist mountain, Huailan Mountain, by the Yangtze River, has a history of over a thousand years, with incense offerings flourishing through generations. The Qiang Garden, a garden from the Ming and Qing dynasties, is elegant and refined, and it is said that one of the Eight Beauties of Qinhuai once resided here. Initially, Churan did not intend to visit these tourist attractions, but unexpectedly ended up on Huaiyun Mountain, opposite Huailan Mountain. Huaiyun Mountain has not been developed; the mountain paths are rugged, and the mountain shapes are steep. When Churan arrived at the foot of the mountain, she let out a long breath, looking at the mountain top with a smile on her face. Baicao frowned, wondering where the path was.

Ranran. Dad called her again, and in the future, if there is anything, she can still come to find Dad

The herbal medicine gently caresses the newly dyed forehead, no matter what, you must take care of yourself

Bai Cao Han Xiao, great, what would you like to eat? I will bring it to you tomorrow

The river wind is biting. The river waves rise up, crashing forcefully against the rocks, only to retreat with a thunderous roar. The path down the mountain becomes even more difficult. Churan said, hold my hand tightly, do not be afraid.

Churan said, "Do you see? The mountain top is near." Baicao's voice was somewhat ethereal, exhausted to the point of collapse. Churan merely smiled, her body agile as a deer. She leaped over a gap more than one meter wide from a moss-covered boulder, causing Baicao's heart to race. Below the gap was an unfathomable abyss. From across the gap, Churan said, "Close your eyes and jump over with all your might. You can definitely make it." Baicao hesitated and shook her head. Churan spread her arms, "Just jump over as if you are doing a standing long jump." They were separated by the gap, and Churan repeated, "Close your eyes and jump over with all your might. You can definitely make it." Baicao hesitated again, her palms sweating coldly. Churan smiled, "It’s fine. I was scared before too. But later, when I climbed mountains with Cheng, he always encouraged me to be bolder, to take a leap of faith, and I made it across." Baicao's heart sank; surely, they must have often come to such wild places alone. He would have held her hand tightly, never letting go.

The girls were filled with joy, each taking money to give to Baicao: "I want Wuxi soup dumplings!" "I want the red rice porridge from Piaocheng Porridge Shop." "I want the pan-fried buns from Guixiangzhai."... Baicao patiently wrote down each person's food requests in a small notebook. After washing up, Churan saw that Baicao had laid out the fragrant food on a small stool, waiting for her to eat. She felt a warmth in her heart and wanted to hug Baicao and express her gratitude. However, she hesitated, feeling that such words were unnecessary between them. After washing up, Churan saw that Baicao had laid out the fragrant food on a small stool, waiting for her to eat. She felt a warmth in her heart and wanted to hug Baicao and express her gratitude. However, she hesitated, feeling that such words were unnecessary between them.

That year, the conflict between my parents reached an unprecedented intensity. My mother threw a stack of photographs at my father, showing him with another woman. The woman was holding a boy in her arms. She was horrified to discover how similar the boy's features were to her own. My father confessed everything and said he wanted nothing but a divorce. ... Property, house, car, daughter ... . ... He wanted nothing, he just wanted to leave this home. No matter how strong my mother was, she could not accept this reality. More importantly, she considered it a tremendous humiliation. My mother violently shattered everything in the house that could be broken. In the end, she picked up the crystal vase with a silver neck from the rosewood table in the living room. It was their engagement memento, the faint purple crystal casting enchanting shadows, intricately adorned with silver patterns. My mother hesitated for only a moment, and the vase was irrevocably hurled towards its inevitable shattering. My father tried to save it, lunging forward to catch the vase, but the crystal shards pierced his palm, blood seeping out slowly. She merely stood by, watching coldly. She knew that nothing could be salvaged, and her mother's struggle and anger only added to the sorrow.

Then mother began to drink. No matter how I advised her, she would not stop. Father slammed the door and left. She stood there in despair. The drunken mother leaned on the sofa, dejected and sorrowful. It grew dark. ... 8 o'clock, 9 o'clock, 10 o'clock ... . ... Father had not yet returned, and mother had not awakened from her intoxication

He gently said, cover yourself with the quilt properly, and drink some hot water. Ranran. He changed to such a kind and warm address, Ranran, good girl, go to sleep quickly

The next morning, she received a call from Jiacheng. His voice was hoarse, "Churan, what happened? What on earth happened? Please tell me quickly.

The next morning, Baicao went to school early, bought soy milk and tomato sauce omelet rice from Xiniang, and also purchased freshly made sesame pancakes at the school gate to bring to Churan.

Bai Cao is quite puzzled, why are you staying here? You can't even get used to the food in the cafeteria, yet you seek out such trouble

They should go down the mountain. Churan said, we will go down this way and walk all the way to the riverbank

It is certain that Churan is a very intelligent girl. She indeed does not put in much effort, yet her grades remain excellent. She rarely does her homework and sleeps in late every afternoon. She tells Baicao, who is always studying hard in the classroom, that they should go to sleep together, as doing homework all day long is quite boring

In her heart, she longed to soar high on the swing set, laughing freely. Yet that was merely a figment of her imagination. Since when had she closed herself off so tightly? She doubted that she could even muster a smile. Churan was another shadow within her heart. Watching Churan take flight felt as if she herself was soaring. She heard Churan's cheerful laughter, and deep within her heart, she also heard a bright laughter.

On her way home, she unexpectedly encountered Shen Jiacheng in the garage. Unconsciously, her cheeks flushed red, and she merely lowered her head, silently pushing the cart. It seemed that Shen Jiacheng had something to say to her. When she looked up and met his gaze, he spoke, asking if she was doing well

Bai Cao rarely made sharp remarks, so you can go meet him yourself. She walked away, yet her heart was filled with unease. She hoped he would catch up and accompany her home. Alone, she rode her bike along the street, feeling melancholic, as the streetlights elongated and shortened her shadow. The sycamore trees by the roadside sprouted tender, beautiful green leaves, and the roses bloomed joyfully and densely. People were waiting at the platform. Cars came and went, in a repetitive cycle. Her heart sank lightly, as the gentle spring night breeze stirred shallow ripples on the Lan River. The sycamore trees by the roadside sprouted tender, beautiful green leaves, and the roses bloomed joyfully and densely. People were waiting at the platform. Cars came and went, in a repetitive cycle. Her heart sank lightly, as the gentle spring night breeze stirred shallow ripples on the Lan River. The Lan River is the moat of Jin'an, a tributary of the Yangtze River, and also a famous tourist attraction. The Lan River reflects the quaint and ancient city of Jin'an, as if cradling a warm dream.

One morning, when she woke up, her mother appeared calm as usual, arranging new slippers, towels, toothbrushes, and other items in the house, including a brand new set of smoky purple satin pillows and quilts. She silently applied blush to her cheeks with a brush while coldly observing her mother bustling about. Suddenly, their eyes met in the mirror, and she lowered her eyelids to conceal the disdain in her gaze. Her mother did not explain anything and went to the kitchen after tidying up. It had been a long time since her mother had appeared in the kitchen with such joy and enthusiasm.

She suddenly cried childishly, saying, "Who told you to disappear last night? Who made you vanish? I thought you no longer wanted me..."

The迎春花 has bloomed in succession, and after a few gentle rains, the海棠 has also begun to form delicate buds one by one. The March breeze carries the message of spring. Yet she finds herself waking up repeatedly from nightmares, suddenly shedding tears.