Little Xingxing, however, had her eyes wide open. She looked at Lu Haotian in bewilderment. Lu Haotian gently stroked Little Xingxing’s hair. But Lu Haotian said, "Little Xingxing, first close your eyes." Obediently, Little Xingxing closed her eyes. Lu Haotian said, "After you close your eyes, do the people you love, the people you miss, all appear in your mind?" Little Xingxing nodded and said in her childish voice, "They are all there, there’s my master, Brother Xia Ye, Mom, Xiao Bai, Senior Brother, and Senior Sister." Little Xingxing mentioned them one by one, and she seemed to become happier. Lu Haotian said, "You see, even though they are not by your side, they are still with you in your memory. When you think of them, you feel happy, and memories are also a form of companionship." Little Xingxing opened her eyes and looked at Lu Haotian: "Are they all with me?" Lu Haotian nodded: "Little Xingxing, remember, in this world, there are many people, and in your life, you will meet many people. Some people are very important, and you hope to be with them every day, but you can’t be with everyone you like. However, those you care about will never leave you; they are always by your side, just in a different way. When you miss them, they will appear in your mind. Separation is a form of being together." Little Xingxing widened her eyes at Lu Haotian. Yet she still seemed to not fully understand. Hearing these words, Xia Yangyang inexplicably felt a pang of sadness. Separation is a form of being together. This also hinted that they were about to part ways. After thinking for a moment, Little Xingxing suddenly smiled. Little Xingxing raised her little face and suddenly said, "I know, Dad, you used to say that when you’re not here, you’ll turn into the brightest star in the sky to keep me company, so every time I miss you, I look up at the starry sky. When I talk to the stars, you can hear me, right?" Lu Haotian said, "I hear everything you say because I’m always with you. When you see the stars, you think of me, and feel as if I’m talking to you." Little Xingxing seemed greatly comforted: "That’s right, Dad. What about Brother Xia Ye? What will he turn into?" Lu Haotian thought for a moment: "He’s the wind outside. When the wind blows through the branches, it’s him talking to you." Little Xingxing became very happy. She got up directly and leaned against the showcase window. Little Xingxing watched as the night wind brushed through the cherry blossom branches outside. So happy that she almost jumped up: "I hear it, I hear Brother Xia Ye talking to me. He says he misses me too." Xia Yangyang smiled too. The child’s imagination is indeed unparalleled. But Xia Yangyang admired Lu Haotian even more. He created beautiful fantasies for Little Xingxing. Giving her thoughts something to hold onto. Allowing her to face loneliness alone. Throughout one’s life in this world, most of the time is spent with oneself. It was because of these words. In the long time that followed. Little Xingxing was able to emerge from the shadows of her growth, maintaining a glimmer of hope and kindness in her heart even in the darkest times. All of these were taught by Lu Haotian. In later years, Xia Yangyang would also think. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel·fire·net If Lu Haotian had survived back then. He would certainly have been a very, very good father...