Ronger said: "If there is no dawn tomorrow, I will always sit next to you and accompany you. Because you are most afraid of the dark, coward. This is my New Year's wish."
When she said this, Ronger buried her head deeply in my arms, and her whole body curled up weakly, looking pitiful. When the wind blew, the tips of her hair began to touch my face. The tips of her hair rubbed back and forth on my nose, which made me feel a little itchy.
Just like her usual prank, she deliberately tickled me with her hair while I was sleeping. At that time, I always deliberately suppressed my laughter. When she turned her face away, I sat up suddenly, yelled, and hugged her. And she always giggles in my arms, or jumps up lightly and hides away with a smile. But now Ronger is just lazily nestled in my arms, as if she has exhausted all her strength in speaking, and then only breathes gently, so quiet.
In fact, I am not afraid of the dark at all, but I still hope that you can sit next to me like this, stay with me, and stay with me forever. This is my New Year's resolution.
It was Valentine's Day in 2008. It has been 5 months and 14 days since now, and 3 months and 10 days since Ronger left this world.