Liu Linlin was deeply shocked by Xiao Qianâs words, which went far beyond the comprehension any child her age should have. What shocked her even more was that Xiao Qianâs eyes reddened instantly after she finished speaking.
What happened to the child?
Xiao Qian reached out, hugged Liu Linlin, and suddenly burst into tears.
âIâm sorry, teacher, I was wrong. I take back what I said. I shouldnât have spoken like that.â
In Liu Linlinâs eyes, Xiao Qian was a child with a leadership personality, exceptionally precocious, wise, with a leaderâs demeanor, magnanimous, very rare character traits. Such a child is supposed to have remarkable emotional intelligence and self-control. How could she suddenly burst into tears while talking?
Moreover, it wasnât a quiet cry. Her tears were like broken beads, pattering down, soaking Professor Liuâs shoulder.
âWhat happened, girl?â
âI feel that my words were too cruel just now. Teacher, I understand your pain, it hurts me tooâ¦â
No matter how high her emotional quotient is, or how big of a âbossâ she is, the only thing they shared in that embrace were two mothers who had lost their children. Xiao Qianâs tears were for the teacherâs pain, and for her own.
If we were to rank levels of pain in the world, that of a mother who has lost a child would be the most excruciating.
âStop crying silly girl, itâs okay, itâs all in the past.â Professor Liu was heartbroken by her crying.
Itâs precisely because Xiao Qian is an overly calm and controlled child that her unruly tears are even more moving. Professor Liuâs eyes moistened too, touched by her tears. He felt the depth of truth in this moment.
âI know we should not live in the past, but who doesnât want to move towards the future. However, those pains linger in the heart, and the people we love just left like that. Teacher, I donât know how to console you, but I can understand your painâ¦â
Xiao Qian cried helplessly, and her tears fell one by one in Professor Liuâs heart. Holding Xiao Qian, she softly patted her shoulder, but her uncontrollable tears ran rampantâ¦
After arguing theoretically, Xiao Qian suddenly had a complete emotional breakdown. She shouldâve found a breakthrough to reassure Professor Liu, but in the end, Xiao Qian couldnât take it anymore and wept in the teacherâs arms.
This bout of crying was so utterly unrestrained. She cried not only for the teacher but for every mother in the world who had lost their baby.
Isnât it said that time is the best healer?
But no matter how much time has passed, some wounds just wonât heal. Although the pain from the wound might lessen over time, it doesnât disappear. It just stays right there, not hurting as long as you donât touch it, but once touched, itâs an unbearable, heart-wrenching pain.
Be it the loss of a child, or a child missing, this kind of pain is lodged deep within the heart with no place to go.
If Xiao Qian hadnât experienced the same, perhaps she could comfort her teacher calmly, just like treating others, convincing her teacher not to be sad, and try to relieve her pain.
But she couldnât do it. As soon as she started speaking, she felt the heart-wrenching pain sweep over her, feeling empathetically painful.
Professor Liu was influenced by Xiao Qianâs sudden crying. Like a mother, she hugged Xiao Qian, gently patting her, trying to comfort her, but found herself crying even more heartbreakingly.
After her eldest son Liu Shuang passed away, she went to retrieve his body. Many people stopped her from seeing her sonâs body, only allowing her to see his face, because the scene was too horrifying. Even after forensic restore, it could not be completely mended. But she endured the grief and looked anyway.
Then she passed out. She exhausted all her knowledge, hoping her emotions could be calmed. She worked as usual every day as if her son was still with her. But there seemed to be an invisible gap in her heart that she just could not fill.
Xiao Qianâs heartfelt expression right now uncovered the veil that Professor Liu had placed over her heart, allowing her to face the wound directly, and giving her long-suppressed emotions a vent.
Actually, these tears should have been shed long ago in the presence of someone who truly understands her. Being alone, even if you cry, you canât feel the sensation of crying, and crying seems pointless.
There will not be a second person who would understand Professor Liu like Xiao Qian does, because their experiences are so similar. Except Xiao Qian still has a chance to start over, and at Professor Liuâs age, the only choice left is to face it.
âTeacher, Iâm really heartbroken. I donât know how to comfort you, nor do I know how to help you get through this. I feel Iâm also stuck in it. When Iâm quiet, I canât help but ask myself, âWhy her?â Sheâs so young, and I love her so much, how could she just leaveâ¦â
Xiao Qian cried without any logic, but Professor Liu understood.
When people lose the ones they love, everyoneâs first reaction is, âWhy is it him/her?â
With so many people in the world, why does the God of Death have to take the one we love most? Suddenly, a living person is no more. Especially when the old bury the young, itâs just unbearable.
However, no matter how much we resist, cruel life wonât stop. Separation by death, loves and hates are enacted every day, but everyone hopes only the good things happen to them and bad things stay away.
Xiao Qian seemed incoherent, but she deeply touched Professor Liu.
She patted Xiao Qian while shedding sad tears, âExactly, when he left, I thought the same as you, I am still thinking that way till today. He was so young, how could he just leave? It would have been better if it was me, nearing 50, that died. If only life could be traded equally, that would be greatâ¦â
âBut some things really canât be controlled. Iâm in this field of study, and better than anyone else I know life is irreversible. But when I was immersed in it, I couldnât escape. I understand your feelings, teacher. I regret, I am in pain, I canât forgive myself. I feel our childâs departure is because of our negligence.â
âYes, I even selfishly thought, âWhy would this happen to my son? Why not someone else?â He was so young, there are so many things he hasnât experienced yet, how could he just leave? How could he just leaveâ¦â
These questions, no one can answer. Perhaps the only painkiller is their embracing tears, understanding emotions, mutually comforting feelings.
The tears silently flowed, with no one to answer their questions.
From a professional standpoint, both Xiao Qian and Professor Liu have reached the peak in their field. The two of them have saved thousands of people, but even these two top-notch psychologists canât relieve their own heartache.
They may have high academic qualifications and unique careers, but they too canât escape the cycle of birth and death.
At this moment, there were no top psychologists, no high academic qualifications, just two heartbroken women.