Although the girl Xinyi has passed away, she has left a deep mark on the hearts of her relatives and friends. When my mother is cooking, she habitually reaches out and waits for her to hand over the food. My father bursts into tears while reading her diary. My brother organizes her desk and makes study plans for her. My grandmother watches her cell phone and waits for her to call. Although there were helpless choices, family love was never absent. Xinyi warmed everyone with her pure love, and this love turned into a glimmer of light, illuminating the path forward for her loved ones, allowing them to learn to cherish amidst guilt and longing, and understand the weight of life and the value of warmth.
