Gu Yi'an froze for a moment and quickly looked over. Not far from her, under a clump of bamboo, a little boy was playing with sand.
Unexpectedly, a child had seen her crying so sorrowfully, and Gu Yi'an felt very embarrassed.
She shook her head, "No, I just encountered something sad."
The little boy made an "oh" sound and didn't say anything more.
However, his earlier words made Gu Yi'an feel a bit strange. What did he mean that she also had a family member with a terminal illness?
"Do you have a family member with a terminal illness?" Gu Yi'an tentatively asked.
The little boy looked up, glanced at Gu Yi'an, and slowly said, "Oh, it's me. I have a terminal illness. My mom cries every day just like you, crying silently and hiding from me so that I won't see. So when I saw you crying like this, I thought you also had a family member with a terminal illness."
The little boy's voice was very calm, and Gu Yi'an was immediately stunned, "You have a terminal illness?"