Han Meiya glanced at Song Huaiqian, smiled faintly, and said, "Tonight I accompanied Xiao'ai to pick up Guo Jinchen, who had too much to drink, and then some unpleasant things happened, which got me in a bad mood as well."
"Did those two argue again?" Song Huaiqian asked Han Meiya with concern, "Are you thinking about him again?"
Han Meiya looked up at the night sky, sighed heavily, and said, "I don't know why, but since I found out he passed away, I haven't dreamed about him. Before, I would dream about him once or twice a month."
"Maybe he's really gone this time."
"Perhaps." Han Meiya said quietly, "Looks like I also need to slowly let go of him and stop thinking about him."
After she spoke, she turned to Song Huaiqian with a troubled expression, "But it's so hard. Not thinking about him makes my heart feel even more bitter."
Song Huaiqian thought for a moment, then took a toffee candy out of his pants pocket, handed it to her and said, "Here, take it."