In a groggy haze all day long, it was a long time before she realized it had already grown dark. Without Niannian, usually at this time she would be feeding her milk, then bathing her, holding her and strolling around the back garden. At dusk, flowers in the garden would be in full bloom, and the fragrance was intense. She would tell Niannian, "This is the jasmine flower, this is ivy, and this is Ophiopogon Japonicus. The fruit of Ophiopogon Japonicus can be used medicinally. Someday when you grow up, Mom will teach you many stories about traditional Chinese medicine..."
Once it was dark, she would hold Niannian's soft little body and fall asleep. The mother and daughter embraced, having spent many cold nights together.
But now, suddenly without Niannian, she didn't know what to do.
For a long while, she vaguely heard a sound coming from the room, and she stood up abruptly, "Niannian..."
"It's me!"
