Half a month after my death, my daughter either locked herself in her room or sat opposite the corner where I had the car accident.

She couldn't come to terms with it, losing almost twenty pounds in half a month.

If it weren't for my husband forcing her to eat something.

She might not have made it through.

Every late night, she would hide under the covers and cry.

I could only float beside her, powerless as I watched the quivering blanket.

How I wished my husband could comfort her.

But, whenever my daughter cried, I always vaguely heard my husband sobbing in the next room.

I floated over, he was smoking, left hand covering his deeply reddened eyes, sitting on the balcony.

On the table was our wedding photo, and on his lap, my favorite nightgown.

He also couldn't cope with this sudden tragedy.

Another night, at twelve-thirty in the early morning, neither he nor she was sleeping.

When I was alive, I would have gone to my daughter's room already, asking her if something was troubling her lately.

Had she encountered any problems, I would have let her talk to me, and then coaxed her to sleep.

Then I would go back to the bedroom, pretend to be angry and pat my husband's head, urging him to sleep quickly, otherwise, he would be late for work tomorrow.

But, I am dead.

I can do nothing.

Only watch.

I floated back to my daughter's room again, fortunately.

My daughter was much better, the blanket no longer shook, her breathing was stable.

The tightly knitted brows gradually relaxed, and my heavy heart finally eased a bit.

But when I floated to the other side and saw the empty medicine bottle on the floor.

I exploded instantly.

At that moment, I could even feel my soul splitting into seven parts.

In a panic, I bumped around in the little room, hitting the walls and rebounding off the windows.

As my daughter's breathing on the bed gradually weakened.

Yu Rou took sleeping pills, a whole bottle.

I screamed hysterically in the room.

“Yu Rou, Yu Rou, Jiang Yu Rou.”

Then I shouted across the air to Jiang Chuanze in the next room.

“Husband, come save Yu Rou.”

“Come on.”

I was helpless and anxious, darting like the wind to the master bedroom.

My husband was still crying with his face covered.

The balcony spilled with liquor, and the moonlight seeped through.

In the dark room, only half of his body was illuminated by moonlight, making the entire space feel lonelier.

I floated around him, praying he could hear my voice.

“Husband, go check on Yu Rou.”

“Husband!”

“Husband!”

“Jiang Chuanze!”

“I beg you, go check on our daughter.”

......

The veins on my husband's forehead suddenly bulged.

He looked up in my direction.

Shock, fear.

Then he suddenly ran out of the bedroom.

Banging on our daughter’s room.

“Yu Rou.”

“Let daddy in.”

He knocked a few times, no response.

My husband went to the living room to find the spare key.

Opening the door, seeing the medicine bottle on the floor in that instant.

He was stunned for a second.

Then he quickly calmed down, picked our daughter up.

Performed the Heimlich maneuver.

After it didn’t work, he used his fingers to induce vomiting.

It still didn't work.

Our daughter was like a deflated balloon, collapsed on my husband's body.

Then he took out his phone and dialed 120.

Before 120 arrived, my husband did not stop giving emergency treatment to our daughter.

Both rescuing and calling her name.

But our daughter remained unresponsive, I even felt I could see her soul slowly retreating from her body.

I was at a loss.

Praying to the air for the deity.

I begged him to save my daughter.

After calling out a few times.

The deity came.

He shook his head.

“Sorry, I can't save her.”

“You are a deity, why can't you save her, she's still so young, help me, Yu Rou can’t die.”

I knelt on the ground, pulling at his white robe.

His face looked grim, then he moved his fingers.

“Only ten seconds, she can hear your voice, whether she lives or dies depends on her.”

Upon hearing this, I didn't hesitate, immediately floated to my daughter's side.

“Yu Rou?”

“It's mom, can you hear me?”

“Live well, okay?”

“Mom will always be by your side, really.”

“Cross my heart, mom is really always here.”

“Didn't you hate taking medicine the most? Wake up and have a candy, okay?”

“Open your eyes, look at mom, please.”

“Yu Rou.”

“Mom begs you, mom loves you, don't die, okay.”

......

“Mom...”

The moment my daughter opened her eyes, I knew she saw me.

“Dad, I saw mom.”

My daughter's inattentive eyes looked at a certain spot in the air.

My husband collapsed in tears.

Holding our daughter, tightly holding her.

“I saw her too, I saw her too.”

“She’s still here, we will live well for mom.”

“Okay.”