"Mommy, why can Yimi Xiaohua only bloom for two days?! It's such a short time?"

The little girl asked in a crying voice, her chubby little hands touching her sad tears randomly.

At that time, the little girl didn't understand why Yimi Xiaohua was about to die so soon.

"Yimi, Yimi Xiaohua is like our life.

We have experienced thousands of years of reincarnation and thousands of hardships, and finally came to this world.

I am your mommy, you became my daughter.

However, our lives are very short, just like Yimi Xiaohua can only survive for two days.

Compared with the thousand-year cycle of reincarnation, this life of a person is too short and it passes in the blink of an eye!”

The woman gently tied the girl's hair on the forehead behind her ears.

Looking at the little girl's face that she had cried but heard extremely seriously, she continued to smile and said gently,

"So, Yimi, the name Mommy gave you is just to make you the same as Yimi Xiaohua.

Tough and optimistic, colorful, and face all the difficulties and hardships in life with a smile.

Continuously absorb positive energy, and then, in the days when you bloom, you can fully release your beauty and add a lively vitality to the world.

......”

At that time, Gu Yimi did not understand what Mommy meant.

She was confused and only knew that Yimi Xiaohua was very strong and beautiful.

...........

Now, the little girl who was originally grown up and has grown into a big girl as beautiful as Yimi Xiaohua.

Now Gu Yimi finally understood what Mommy said.

And she kept doing that.

Be tenacious and optimistic, colorful, and face all the difficulties and hardships in life with a smile. In the days of blooming, release your beauty to the fullest day until the end of your life.

Gu Yimi remembered every word that Mommy said firmly in her heart.

.............

Gu Yimi smelled the fragrance on the small square scarf. The small flower with four-color petals was Yimi's small flower.

It was embroidered by her mother, and there seemed to be a faint fragrance on her mother's body.

The smile on the little face became even more moving, with curved corners of eyes, raised eyelashes, and blinking a lively light.

................

Yes, she is Gu Yimi, the strong Yimi.

Through the window, I looked at the horizon, and there seemed to be no borderline night. The night gave me black eyes, but I used it to find light.

“Yimi…”

Gu Yimi murmured softly, and Xingxing seemed to hear it blinking.

Gu Yimi hung the washed small square towel neatly on the row of hangers in the bathroom.

Then, standing under the flowers, letting the warm water flow, trying to warm the cold heart gradually warm up.

.........

.........

Ji Zefeng looked at the dark room, she was not here...

There was no Gu Yimi.

If it were before, every time he came back and opened the door, he would see the woman.

Living quietly on the bed, under the soft light, you can see her delicate and soft side face, lowered eyes, quietly looking at the books in your hands, or watching idol Korean dramas.

When you see something wonderful and funny, your clear eyes are even like an aurora, shining with a moving light.

Or, when you see the bloody mischievous love in the TV series, you will cry so hard.

An unknown, a touch of heartache passed through Ji Zefeng's left atrium.
Chapter completed!