Summer night.
The wind gently caressed my cheeks, giving me a hint of warmth. Warm, like mother's hands, stroking gently, stroking, very comfortable.
Gradually, the night is getting deeper and deeper. A little cool, icy. It was quiet and smelled of loneliness, with only a few cicadas chirping, which seemed too harsh in the middle of the summer night.
The person sitting by the window sill couldn't help but shudder. Her hands hugged her knees tightly, her chin rested on her knees, her head always tilted slightly upward, and her bright eyes stared at the night sky unblinkingly.
There are always many stars in the late night in summer. Star? My mother said that after she died, she became a star in the sky, twinkling and twinkling. Looking down, she could always look at her, care for her, and love her as if she were by her side. Her mother told her to be strong and not to be afraid of anything. But... What should I do? Without her mother, she... She would still be afraid! Now she encountered so many problems that she felt like she was going to suffocate!
In fact, she knew the story her mother told about the man who turned into a star after death, and she knew it was a lie to her. But... But, let her believe it, at least sometimes she will feel that her mother is still alive, still by her side, and still...
However, the cruel fact always reminds her. You don't have a mother anymore, not anymore, not anymore, never again!
She finally buried her head in her knees. The thin body trembled, but there was no sound. No sound at all...
She cried secretly again!
Zheng Ruhao looked at her huddled, trembling thin body with some distress. He walked towards her lightly.
But.
As soon as she heard the footsteps, she hurriedly pretended to arrange her hair, lazily touched her face with her hands, stretched, and pretended to be sleepy.
She pretended not to see him in front of her, lowered her head, and passed by him.