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On the third day after my death, my five-year-old daughter finally sensed something was amiss.

She was afraid of the dark at night, but I didn't hold her to sleep.

She was hungry, but I didn't cook for her.

She pulled back the covers trying to drag me up, but found my hand icy cold.

"Mom, why is your hand so cold, are you sick?"

"Mom, don't sleep. If you're sick, you need to get up and take medicine."

At a loss, she found my phone and called my husband, the doctor.

"Dad, mom is sick and won't get up to take medicine, please come and cure her."

My husband was very impatient.

"Is she so old and still can't take care of herself, is she disabled, is she dead! Don't use such lowly means to threaten me!"

"Also, tell your mom that I'll come home when she admits her mistake!"

He didn't know that I was indeed already dead, having died the night he forced me for the 18th time to donate blood to his "White Moonlight."

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"Mom, get up, An'an fetched water for you and is feeding you medicine."

"Mom, you have to drink the medicine to get better, you can't pretend to sleep just because it's bitter."

As my soul lingered, I watched my daughter cautiously holding the water cup, her little hands occasionally patting my body to comfort me, and my heart ached.

At five years old, she doesn't know what death is.

Nor does she know that I, lying before her, have been dead for three days.

Seeing I still didn't move, An'an became a bit anxious.

"Mom, mom, is it because I didn't feed you Little An Candy that you're pretending to sleep and not drinking medicine?"

"An'an understands now, An'an will go back and ask dad for Little An Candy."

The Little An Candy my daughter mentioned was a special candy made by my husband and daughter just for me.

Before, I was afraid of bitterness; every time I was sick, I couldn't eat medicine, and my husband Huo Chengjun and our daughter decided to make a special candy to accompany my medicine after seeing my face scrunch up in bitterness.

During those times, syrup seemed to be a constant presence on my husband's face, and Little An Candy was stored everywhere in my room.

But ever since Chengjun's "White Moonlight" returned, everything changed.

After putting down the water cup, my daughter hurried to rush out the door, only to trip and fall directly on the ground.

I instinctively wanted to help her, but realized it was completely futile; her small body went right through mine.

A feeling of powerlessness surged through me.

Yes, I am already dead now.