For a long time, I couldn't get out of that shadow. Every time I did cross-stitch embroidery, I always got distracted. Then I watched the scene in "The Legend of Zhen Huan" where Zhen Huan lost her first child and cried all day long. Fragments become more and more empathetic and resemble the same person. During that time, because my health was not recovering, I did not go to work. During the day, my husband went to work, and I was home alone. I did not think about food and drinks, and had no interest in doing anything. I just lay in bed all day, feeling very scared. After dark, watching the sky and myself being swallowed up by the darkness bit by bit, it felt like I was back when I was a child, and couldn't find my mother who suddenly disappeared after a fierce quarrel with my father. I wanted to shout but didn't dare to cry in the dark, and I wanted to cry but didn't dare to cry. I could only sob lowly.