My grandmother passed away, and I took the child she picked up to the back mountain. I wanted to throw her away.
She cried so hard that she fell down and got up again, calling for her sister.
I relented and just raised a child.
She always cries and always laughs, and I can never understand those starry eyes.
The dead become stars.
Gu Xingxing, are you the transformed grandma?
I have a bad temper and always make her cry.
There is a stack of self-reflection letters written to her.
In her rebellious phase, she was disobedient and denied our relationship with red eyes.
I forced her to write her first letter of apology.
She and I are dependent on each other and have been integrated into our flesh and blood for a long time.
I didn't expect that I was sick.
"Xingxing, if I die, I can't take care of myself."
"You don't need Tuogu, I'll be where you are."
"Are you coming to the underworld too?"
"Accompany."
"What identity?"
"Love."
I asked her to write another review.
A few years later,
A review and a love letter in the drawer,
Found by my genius sister.
Intention: If you have love, don't be afraid