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Ding Xin tried hard to keep her upper and lower eyelids together and not separate them. It was still early. She could feel the light getting brighter and brighter, and her eyelids kept blinking, but she still refused to open them. This kind of formal sleep was usually called insomnia. Do blind people really see darkness before their eyes? Ding Xin sometimes tightly closes her eyes, which is not really complete darkness. Pengpeng asked Ding Xin why he could see his mother? Because there is light. Why is there light? Because God said let there be light, there was light. Finally staying up until five o'clock, Ding Xin took out the notebook under the pillow and wrote "63" in order. She once again hoped for a miracle, either Lu Dafeng went home, or she didn't have any sorrow or hatred like a festival, and wrote it down as if it were an insignificant number, but it didn't come true. She used to write down everything in her notebook, what she had done and what she had not done.