“It was my mother’s,” the girl whispered. “Before she left.”
“It only lights when you think of her,” Bi Gan said. “And it will burn as long as you remember.”
The girl smiled, hugged the lantern, and ran off.
“It was my mother’s,” the girl whispered. “Before she left.”
“It only lights when you think of her,” Bi Gan said. “And it will burn as long as you remember.” bi gan a short story
The girl smiled, hugged the lantern, and ran off. “It was my mother’s,” the girl whispered