Xia Yangyang used to think this was a comforting fantasy for children.
But now, Xia Yangyang only feels this fantasy is cruel.
Xia Yangyang walked over to Little Xingxing and sat down.
Raising her head, Xia Yangyang softly said, "Little Xingxing, everyone will die. Your parents merely went to that place a bit earlier. One day, you will meet them again, understand?"
Xia Yangyang used to always try to avoid this topic.
This was her first time formally discussing the subject of death with Little Xingxing.
Sure enough, Little Xingxing turned her head to glance at Xia Yangyang.
Xia Yangyang's gaze remained fixed on the sparkling star.
