"Sounds great! We can drink soup together."
"Thank you, Mom," smiled Yan Huan. Despite the warmness in her smile, her pain showed beneath her eyes. She turned, retreated to her own room, and carefully set the laptop on the table.
Sleepy, she went straight to bed.
In the past, she used to be afraid of the dark, and would leave a small lamp on even when she was asleep. Presently, however, she enjoyed the company of the darkness. The darker it was, the easier sleep came. Perhaps she would dream in her sleep. Good dreams or nightmares made no difference, as long as she got to see Lu Yi in them.
Her room had not seen light in ages. She lived in the darkness, because she had lost her light forever. Her light had vanished. Her light had died.