Amidst the endless yellow sand, with the sun scorching like fire, beside a half-new half-old Jeep, Long Linger held the unconscious Yeh Huang, feeling utterly despondent. Before, whenever they faced problems, he would always be the one to solve them, while she had always enjoyed the fruits of his efforts. She had always taken it for granted.
But now, when he fell, she realized her world was collapsing. Especially when she felt no breath from him, she was completely stupefied.
He was dead, he actually died. How could the always reliable uncle just die like that?
"No, no, uncle, you can't die! What will I do if you die?" Long Linger cried heartbrokenly as she held Yeh Huang.
Death signified eternal silence, from now on, there would be no one in this world to care for her anymore. No, maybe someone would care for her, but that person would never be Yeh Huang again.
