Unable to sleep, she simply put on headphones, found A-mei's song on her phone, and hit play.
Soon, A-mei's slightly melancholic voice filled her ears—
"You are my bitterest wait
Making me happy yet fearful of the future
You always love to say you are a speck of dust
Sneaking into my eyes mischievously at times
Rather see me cry than let me love you
You really disappear like dust in the wind
..."
It was a winter close to the Spring Festival, walking on the streets of the small town, stalls selling fireworks, red couplets, and various types of New Year's goods were everywhere. Although it was more than ten days until the New Year, the festive atmosphere was already strong.
That day, her dad also took her shopping for New Year's goods, holding her hand the entire time.
Suddenly, her dad's beeper went off.
He took a look and crouched down to say to her, "Daddy's little Qiao, can you go home by yourself? Daddy has something to do and needs to go out for a while."
