After the car started, Ji Xiaoge clutched her small backpack and leaned against the window, watching the estate rapidly retreat.
"Pretty Sister, can we come back to see the little brother later?" Ji Xiaoge asked.
"I'll come back often. If you want to, I can bring you with me," Fu Bing said softly, also gazing back at the diminishing estate.
"I want to come see the little brother often too. Can you arrange for someone to regularly bring him flowers? I often bring them, and he'll be lonely if no one does anymore."
Ji Qing wanted her daughter to stop talking about the little brother, to avoid stirring Fu Bing's painful memories. To a mother, a child is her most precious treasure. Even the slightest harm to them feels like a direct blow. And Fu Bing... her child was gone...
