Yan Luoxi bit her lower lip, and a sentence slipped through her clenched teeth, "You believe what she said? Sweetie, Yanyan isn't dead. Didn't I show you her photo? Trust me, I will definitely bring her back."
Tian Lingyun, in a daze, said, "You can't get her back. Yanyan is dead. She even came to my dreams last night, calling me mama, saying she's cold, and asking why I haven't taken her home."
Yan Luoxi turned her eyes away in sadness, unable to bear seeing her expression. Listening to her say these things made her heart ache terribly, "Sweetie, don't let your imagination run wild. Trust me just this once, okay? No matter how much time or effort it takes, I will bring her back."
"You can't get her back, you can't get her back," Tian Lingyun broke down crying.
Hearing her heart-wrenching sobs, Yan Luoxi couldn't help but cry as well. She leaned in and hugged her, "Don't despair. As long as we keep hope in our hearts, we can surely find her."
