Michael's eyes turned red, and he said, "Can you bury Luna's ashes under a sweet osmanthus tree? She always loved them—she loved flowers and places with wide, open views."
Uncle William answered hoarsely, "I'll try my best."
He then stood up to leave, only to hear Michael's pained sobs coming from the ward behind him.
From that day on, Michael began to waste away, refusing to touch a single plate of food. He just kept staring at that red pendant.
After everyone at the hospital learned the story of him and Luna, they all came to comfort Michael. Even the hospital director's pleas fell on deaf ears.
Hannah stood outside the door, holding a thermal food container in her hand, her eyes filled with worry.
"Michael," she spoke softly, "you've barely eaten anything for three days. Your body
