Song Yaoyao's eyes curved. She could sense the sudden sadness between the mother and son, and her tone became even sweeter. "Then, I can leave Auntie my phone number. Whenever you miss me, you can give me a call. I will visit when I have time."
Mother Wei was ecstatic. She quickly nodded her head as her eyes lit up.
"Okay! Okay!"
Sometimes, the fate between two people was amazing. Just like the way that Song Yaoyao made Mother Wei think of her daughter. It made her believe that if she was alive, she would be just as beautiful and cute.
Mother Wei didn't have much energy, so after a short chat with Song Yaoyao, she slowly drifted off to sleep.
Before she fell asleep, she handed Song Yaoyao a box: a gift for their first meeting.
Song Yaoyao knew she would be upset if she didn't accept it, so she took the box and did not reject it.
