"Yue'er, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well? Tell me, talk to your uncle, and uncle will help you."
Long Yue sat quietly by the bedside, staring blankly at the table opposite her. That table was where A Mu often leaned over to write and draw, and in her trance, she seemed to still see his tall and slender figure.
As she looked, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Long Yue's lips.
"A Mu..."
She softly murmured, reaching out her hand, attempting to touch the figure over there.
However, when her fingers made contact, the figure transformed into droplets of light and dissipated.
"Drip—"
A tear once again slid from the corner of her eye.
"Little Yue'er, don't cry, such a pretty face, you're crying it away, and your beautiful eyes are swollen from crying. Yue'er, I beg you, please stop crying!"
