He slowly lowered his head, not wanting to face it and couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

"Why, it wasn't me who died..."

He watched people around him leave one after another, mom, dad, and now Anan...

Why wasn't he the one who died?

Nan Xiao's eyes were slightly red, and she felt sorry for him. She raised her hand and touched his head: "Achen, be good, don't say stupid things, you have to live a good life."

"Um……"

"Achen is the most obedient, right?"

"Um……"

Nan Xiao smiled, his eyes slowly closed, and the hand covering his head slowly dropped weakly.

"Anan..."

Han Mochen cried out in pain and covered his mouth again, fearing that his crying would disturb her.

Anan just fell asleep...

He kept telling himself this, but his hunched body kept shaking and crying.

He managed to live a good life, but his smiles became fewer and his words became less frequent. He seemed to have become the autistic boy again.

On a New Year's night, fireworks bloomed brilliantly outside the window, warm and festive.
Chapter completed!