After his wife passed away, Lin Yuan sent her WeChat messages every day to express her feelings.
On the seventh day, the account actually replied: "Who are you?"
He made a voice call tremblingly, and his daughter's voice came from the other side: "Dad, I'm playing with mom's phone."
But my daughter died three years ago.
That night, he rushed like crazy to the ruins where his wife and daughter died. Under the moonlight, the familiar door appeared out of thin air. Inside the door is a complete home, steaming braised pork, a living wife and six-year-old daughter.
"You're finally back," she said with a smile.
He thought this was a gift from fate and a belated reunion.
Until the third day, his wife said to him: "It's time for you to go. You are not dead yet."
Only then did he realize that this was not a reunion.
This is farewell.
