Moonlight filtered in through the gaps in the curtains, casting a slender silver glow on the sheets. The two girls lay on their sides hugging each other, their hair tangled into a gentle web on the pillow.
I don't know what topic they were talking about, but the arms that were clinging to each other tightened even more. "Will there be heaven in the world?" One of them said softly, with lingering sleepiness in his voice.
"Yes" another whisper responded.
"How do you know?" The girl's hoarse voice came again.
"What's my last name?"
"Shen.
"Yes, I am a god, so if I say yes, then yes. "The girl didn't ask, just rubbed the top of her hair with her chin, and held the warm companionship more firmly in the darkening night.
Intention: People don't die when they are old, but they die at any time, don't wait until later. Not everyone has a future, and the future is not necessarily long. Cherish every minute and every second. Everyone has to do what they want to do, say what they want to say, and eat what they want to eat.