The sunlight is beautiful, sitting on the balcony, the world is so peaceful. I spent a long time reading the blog of the (only) sister that I recognized with Han a long time ago. It was full of pictures and stories about children, an atmosphere brimming with happiness. I finished reading with a smile, but I didn't see where her soul was. Without leaving any comments or sighs, I closed the browser. On Chongyang Festival, I took a round trip in Nanjing, signed a few signatures, and returned to Shanghai at dusk. Days like these are always tinged with sadness. In the morning of Chongyang, I sent a text message: "Since birth, we have been losing."