Just as the tomb ghost was about to squint, the girl had already stretched out her open palm in front of it.

On the palm...is a small flower basket.

The tomb ghost was stunned.

This is the first time he has seen such a small flower basket.

It was filled with little white, blue and pink flowers.

This is……

"A sky full of stars."

The girl looked at the flowers in the little flower basket with sparkling eyes, "Mom likes the gypsophila the most."

"These baby's breath were dried by my mother before she was alive, and I plan to make them into dried flowers."

"But……"

My mother left.

Seeing the flowers drying by the window, she completed the next work for her mother.

"Mom, look, I've done it for you."

The girl turned the flower basket in the direction of the tombstone, "I also made this little flower basket."

"Am I powerful?"

"I remember everything my mother taught me."

…

The woman in the photo on the tombstone smiled gently, but could not give the girl any response she wanted.

The girl pursed her lips.

She turned to look at the tomb ghost, "Apiao, the little flower basket I made."

"Does it look good?"

There was a hint of praise in his tone.

The grave ghost nodded.

It's quite beautiful.

Although the flower basket is small, it is almost the same as the large flower baskets it has seen. The small one is a bit more delicate.

"Hehe, right?"

The girl smiled and narrowed her eyes.

"Apiao, do you think mom will like this little flower basket I made?"

"And these dried flowers filled with stars, it's my first time to make them, do you like them?"

"Of course, what I do cannot be compared with what my mother does..."

The grave ghost nodded again.

It has never seen the flower basket made by the girl's mother, so it has no way of comparing it.

However, in its opinion, the little flower basket in the girl's palm is already very good.

The girl’s mother would probably like it, right?

The grave ghost thought uncertainly.

After all, it is not the girl’s mother, so how does it know what the girl’s mother thinks?

The grave ghost thought the girl's question was really strange.

…

"Really? You think so too?"

The girl smiled, "I think mom will like it too."

The grave ghost nodded.

Anyway, I quite like it.

It suddenly looked stunned.

It found that when facing girls, it always seemed to be nodding?

…

"Apiao, you also like this little flower basket, don't you?"

The girl tilted her head and looked at the tomb ghost who was stunned for some reason.

The tomb ghost nodded subconsciously.

When it reacted, it was stunned again.

It really always gives a nod to this girl.

Although it's not a big deal...

…

"Then Ah Piao, I will give you one as well when I come here next time."

The girl's words made the grave ghost immediately forget his previous entanglement and looked at the girl in surprise.

Give him one as well?

Girl...want to give it a little flower basket?

Although it was not the first time it met a human being who could see it, the girl was the first human being to say that she wanted to give it a gift.

It's a little helpless.

Really, really?

"Um."

The girl nodded heavily, a small dimple appeared on the right side of her cheek, "Apiao, I will make another small flower basket for you."

"Thank you."

The girl's thanks made the grave ghost a little confused.

Okay, what do you want a girl to say thank you for?

Does it do anything for girls?

No.

There was a hint of confusion on the grave ghost's face.

...

The girl pursed her lips and smiled.

No explanation.

She was a little embarrassed.

However, she was really grateful to Ah Piao.

The first time I came here was just out of curiosity.

In fact, she became a little scared halfway through.

There was no one around.

Even in the silence, she could hear her own heartbeat beating faster and faster.

The feeling of being forgotten and abandoned is getting stronger.

For a moment, she wanted to turn around and go back.

However, the unwillingness and stubbornness in her heart kept her going.

She started running.

I ran all the way to the mountain.

I ran to my mother’s tombstone.

"Huchi~huchi~"

She put her hands on her knees and gasped for air.

However, when she looked at her mother in the photo on the tombstone, all her uneasiness and fear disappeared.

The mother's smile in my mind coincides with the mother's appearance in the photo.

She couldn't help but smile.

"Mother."
To be continued...