"Okay...okay...then we'll wait until next year." Feng Lan showed a faint smile, gently placing Jing Hao and Qiao Mo's hands together, her expression filled with contentment.
After softly telling them many things, she turned to look out the window.
She's afraid she won't make it to next year...
But at least she has to hold on until tomorrow.
She couldn't let her death anniversary fall on the same day as their wedding.
The night outside the window was deep, and Feng Lan kept her eyes open until the clock struck midnight. She finally spoke weakly, "Lan'er, Jing Hao and Xiao Mo... I'm entrusting them to you..."
"Don't worry, go peacefully." Aunt Lan's eyes were also wet.
"Bury me with him..."
"I know, I know..."
The two women over fifty whispered softly, and the room was filled with low sobs.
Qiao Mo turned her head, unable to control her tears.
In the end, Aunt Feng passed away on this deep night in early spring, quiet and gentle.
