"Name?"
The reason people have names is so they can be remembered, to show they've been in this world.
With a name, they become more tangible and real.
Then, when they leave, the emotions they leave behind in others will also be deeper. Sadness will double, pain will double, longing will double...
Everything will double.
"How about calling him Xiaoyu? Whether it's a boy or a girl, their nickname can be Xiaoyu." Zhan Nanjue said, "We met on a rainy day, fell in love on a rainy day, and promised each other forever on a rainy day."
Gong Shirao instinctively stroked her belly, "Xiaoyu, you have a name now. You're called Xiaoyu. It's the fate of your mom and dad."
Because they chose a name, the tiny life in her belly no longer felt like an imaginary thing, it became more real.
Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu.
Although simple, it holds great meaning for us.
Zhan Nanjue also reached out, covering her hand gently, whispering, "Xiaoyu. Hello, I am your dad, very happy to become your dad."
