"Miss An and Mr. Bo"
On June 19, 2015, my husband asked me, if one day he is gone, in what capacity will I attend his funeral? I was nine years old this year and was not deeply involved in the world. I couldn't understand where the boundary between life and death was, and I didn't have that concept. I just answered, probably Mr. Best Friend smiled and replied, "Okay, then I will be a best friend."
Mr. Bo died of illness on July 10, 2025. The funeral was held grandly. Many prestigious writers and literati in the country came to mourn his passing. The media also intervened. After all, my country lost an important person. When they asked me: "Miss An, in what capacity did you attend Mr. Bo's funeral?" I replied: "A widow."
Sorry, sir, I missed my appointment.
Intention: Love should be spoken loudly, and it will not wait until it expires