She sniffled, "When I was little, I heard people say that after a person passes away, they become a star in the sky. I don't know which star my grandfather has become. But I vividly remember him teaching me that if I can't find the way home, I should look at the Polar Star, and I'll know where home is."
Grandfather would gently stroke her head and tell her that no matter where they were, they would always be watching over her, loving her.
"Now, I very much want to tell grandpa and mom and dad that I have found someone I like in this world."
But suddenly it started to rain, and she couldn't see the Polar Star. This silent communication seemed to be cut off, leaving her inexplicably sad.
Ye Yiheng held her in his arms, "In the future, on nights when we can see the stars, I will accompany you."
"Okay."
She nodded, and soon tears soaked his lapel.
The man picked her up horizontally and returned to the bedroom.
