Eyebrows Raised Thousands of Times

It's night. The moonlight is cold and silvery falling to the ground. Intermittent sobs could be heard coming from the intensive care unit of Yangmingshan Traveler Confucian Hospital. Mo Yin burst into tears while holding her dying daughter. Yi Yi smiled with difficulty, reached out to wipe away the tears on Mo Yin's cheek, and said softly: "Mom, it doesn't hurt. Am I going to the place you mentioned where the flowers are blooming and the birds are circling? It's so, so beautiful!" Mo Yin choked with sobs and hugged her daughter tighter. With a few steps, she passed the corridor steps of the hospital and reached the roof. "Don't be afraid, Yiyi, mother will save you. As long as you live, we will see each other..."