(Yu Rou's perspective)

I dreamt of my mom.

Actually, I can't tell if it was a dream or not.

People say that when a woman gives birth, it's like passing through the gates of hell.

Turns out, you can see your mom at the gates of hell.

I don't want to leave my mom, I want her to hold me.

In the dream, she was so heartless, refusing to hold me and pressing me tightly.

She wouldn't even look at me.

I want to tell her.

I'm living a good life.

I'm eating well.

I want to ask her if she knows that I think of her every day.

I also want to hear her call my name.

Actually, I want to tell her.

I dreamt of an old man.

He told me that my mom and dad have always been by my side.

They might appear as reflections on the water's surface.

They might be the sound of the wind in my ears.

Either way, they are always with me.

That old man stayed with me for a long time.

Sometimes, he would pretend to be my dad and help me fight the bad guys.

Sometimes, he would act like my mom and make breakfast for me.

He also told me.

My mom and dad love me very much.

The accidents were not my fault, so I should slowly forget about them.

I would laugh and say that those are memories related to my mom and dad.

How could I forget them?

Even if they're not happy memories, I still need to remember them.

After all, they are all I have left.

After saying that, the old man started to cry.

He wiped away his tears and praised me for being a sensible child.

When I came out of the gates of hell,

I heard my mom calling me.

She kissed my forehead.

Telling me to live well.

Then, she disappeared.

I want to tell her.

I will.

I will live happily every day.

Waiting for her and dad to come pick me up.

Oh.

She also said she has always been there.

Yeah, I believe her.

She has always been there.