Su Zhiruan didn't say anything more. She knew that the little girl just wanted to pour her heart out. She was still young, and before she could fully grasp the malevolence of society, she had already suffered abuse at home, and the only light in her life had also passed away.
"Do you believe in your aunt?" Su Zhiruan gently patted her back. Holding the thin child in her arms felt like embracing nothing but a skeleton. Seeing the girl's puzzled look, she continued, "When people die, they become stars in the sky, twinkling and watching over their loved ones. Look, it's raining today, right?"
The little girl blinked and nodded.
"Because Grandpa sees you crying, sees you in distress, he feels distressed and worried about you too. He misses you and doesn't want to let you go. The rain is his tears," Su Zhiruan said with a smile. "Everyone is destined to die, but death is not disappearance; being forgotten is. As long as you keep Grandpa in your heart, he will always be by your side."