"The little demon is gone. There will be a funeral the day after tomorrow. If you have time, come back and see her off." Xia Guangyao's mother's tone on the phone was calm and gentle. This was the third time she said it, but Xia Guangyao still didn't want to believe it was true. He hung up the phone mechanically and stood blankly in front of the window, looking at the dead leaves falling outside the window, tears welling up like a dam. Dimly, he saw a little girl wearing a floral cotton top and a black ponytail running towards him. Her eyes were clear and bright, and her smile was bright and warm.