I turned to the other three, frowning, ‘Where’s Yu Mo?’ Bao Xi shook his head, ‘Don’t know, didn’t notice.’ ‘Seems like no one saw him leave the room…'”
“Shu Yang and Shang furrowed their brows, sensing something bad might have happened.
“Oh no!!” I shouted, racing to Yu Mo’s room, with the others close behind. At the door, I saw the window paper punctured. My heart sank. I knocked desperately, “Yu Mo!!! Open the door!!!”
I pushed against the door, but it was locked! Anxiously, I kicked it open. Yu Mo lay on the bed, pale and silent.
Tears burst forth as I ran to him, violently shaking his body, “Yu Mo, don’t sleep! Wake up!” I screamed.
Shu Yang checked Yu Mo’s breath, his body trembling before shaking his head. “Han’er, Yu Mo… is gone.” My heart felt scraped by a knife. I collapsed on the ground, whispering: “How is this possible…”
My world lost color and fragmented. Tears flowed fiercely as I hugged Yu Mo’s body, “Ning Yu Mo! Why are you so cruel?! Come back! I command you to come back!!”
“Wo wo wo~~”
The next day and night, I sat blankly under the tree in front of Yu Mo’s grave, unable to eat or speak, crying silently, staring at Yu Mo’s tombstone like a lifeless puppet.
Bao Xi knelt down, crying and begging, “Xiao Han, don’t torture yourself. The dead cannot be brought back to life. You’ll harm yourself. Please, say something or hit me, don’t be like this..”
Shu Yang brought over some porridge, saying, “Xiao Han, Bao Xi is right. If Yu Mo’s spirit sees you like this, he’ll be heartbroken.” Shang took my hand, gently saying, “Han, without him, you still have us.”
They stayed with me for a day and night, pleading tirelessly.
But only the moments I spent with Yu Mo played repeatedly in my mind. That Yu Mo, who always laughed mischievously and was caring about face, had left me forever.
Thinking of this, tears flowed again.
The three looked at me painfully, unsure of what to say. After I calmed down, I continued to stare at Yu Mo’s tombstone.
