She used to always ask me: "Kid, what will you do if I die?" I always smiled and said: "What else can I do! Let's die with you!" But she always patted me on the head and said coldly: "You are not allowed to die. If I die, you will live an ordinary life, simple but full of happiness, and be happy every day." I was very afraid that she would talk to me coldly. I didn't speak, and she was silent. She had nothing to say and had to stay quietly.