Chaochao's mother left Wen Ying's hospital room in a daze.
Wen Ying stared after her for a few moments, then tugged on Aunt Zhang's arm. "Auntie, can you go check on Chaochao's mother? I feel like she's lost the will to live."
At first, Aunt Zhang didn't understand why Wen Ying was asking her to go, but after hearing that, she took off after her without looking back.
Chaochao's mother held the item Wen Ying had given her. She tucked it into the clothes of her daughter, who lay with her eyes closed, never to wake again. She whispered softly, "Chaochao, don't be afraid. Mommy will be with you very soon."
Her voice was so low, it was almost inaudible.
They didn't plan to cremate the body. Chaochao's father had arranged for an ambulance to take her back to their hometown.
Their hometown was a village nestled amidst beautiful mountains and clear waters. Chaochao's father felt it was the most suitable place for Chaochao.
Whenever they missed Chaochao, they could go back and see her.
