Coming back late from the sea
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Mo Bei stood on the terrace, listening to the sound of Mo Wenxiu leaving, and the night in her eyes instantly blurred.
That person is dead, that person... is dead!
Death means farewell forever, a goodbye never to be seen again.
"Didn't you say you were Doraemon? How could you die?!"
With her hands tightly gripping the railing, Mo Bei's voice was full of grief.
After that, she didn't say another word, just stood on the terrace, letting the tears flow. Since her mother's passing, she hadn't cried again; this time, it was the longest she'd cried in over a decade.
A knock on the door sounded.
Mo Bei hurriedly raised her palm, wiped her face, and walked to the living room.
"Who is it?"
"Xiao Bei, it's me, Dad, the plane is already arranged."
Outside, Mo Wenxiu's voice came through.
"Okay, I'll be right there."
