Listening to the boy's voice free of sundry thoughts, Lan Xin Ai felt a sharp pain in her chest but did not speak.
Ou Xiaohan's eyes flickered with a hint of loss, wondering why his sister did not speak.
"Sister, you have to think of me."
Ou Xiaohan continued, his visit today was not only to see Lan Xin Ai but also to say farewell to her.
Lan Xin Ai could no longer hold back, turning to look at him: "Where are you going?"
"A very far place, so far that sister won't be able to find it."
Ou Xiaohan sketched a smile, fleeting like a moonflower at midnight.
Heaven.
Where exactly it was, he didn't know, only that it was very, very far.
Lan Xin Ai suddenly covered her mouth, tears falling uncontrollably.
"Sister, why are you crying?" Ou Xiaohan asked anxiously.
"There's sand in my eyes."
No sooner had Lan Xin Ai turned around than Xi Yemo embraced her, gently wiping her tears with a tissue.
