Claudia Ross pouted, looking at Wyatt Perry with dissatisfaction: "Can't you just let me console myself for once? My mom has been gone for so many years, and I've always relied on self-comfort to get by."
Hearing Claudia say this, Wyatt felt a pang of sorrow in his heart: "I'm sorry."
He lay down softly beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.
"It's nothing, I'm just deceiving myself, refusing to accept that my mom has disappeared from this world." Claudia rested her head on Wyatt's shoulder and sighed wistfully, "I hope my mom can find a man who cherishes and loves her, takes care of her, and gives her happiness in another world."
"She definitely will."
"Mm."
Claudia smiled at Wyatt.
But she knew in her heart that when someone dies, it's as if a lamp is extinguished—there's nothing left. The notion of finding happiness was merely the naive hope of the living.
Claudia leaned closer into Wyatt's embrace and closed her eyes: "Time to sleep. Good night."
"Mm."
