The shadow wavers in the tears, flickering gently.
Yijun wipes away the tears on Gu Jiajia's face, comforting her in his childish voice, "Mom, don't cry. Dad will definitely come back."
"Little fool." Gu Jiajia felt sad, but hearing Yijun's innocent words, she couldn't help but let out a small laugh.
She held Yijun, gently stroking him, and said with great emotion, "Dad has gone to heaven, he won't come back."
Yijun looked up, his pitch-black eyes clear and pure.
He blinked, his face as rosy as carved jade, almost oozing with cuteness.
"Mom, is it true that people who go to heaven never come back?" he asked in a soft, milky voice.
"Yes."
"Then can we go to heaven to find Dad?"
"Everyone will go to heaven someday, but it's not the right time yet."
"Then when will it be the right time?"
"When you grow up, Yijun, you will understand."
Yijun sighed, "When will I finally grow up?"
"Mom also hopes you can grow up quickly, but this can't be rushed."
