Even though she had lost her family, cruelly deprived of happiness, and her home was completely destroyed, as long as life persisted, there was meaning in living.
Once dead, life had nothing left, not even a sliver of warm sunlight to be seen.
"You still have tomorrow, and you still have a future. You are the treasure that your dad and mom gave their lives for. If you think like this, their deaths would be so unworthy. Moreover, if you don't love yourself, your dad and mom would be very angry," Gu Xiaoxi said.
After listening to what Gu Xiaoxi said, the little girl bowed her head and pouted, as if pondering the truth of her words.
Seeing that she was sensible, Gu Xiaoxi reached out to pat her head and comforted her softly, "If you're tired, take a nap. I'll hold you."
Then she cradled the little girl in her arms at an angle, finding a comfortable position for her to sleep.
Yun Xiao watched Gu Xiaoxi and felt that she was becoming more and more maternal.
Look how gentle!