Zach Nash, afraid that the hospital might contact him or that I might bombard him with messages, switched his phone to airplane mode. Perhaps that's the only way he can comfortably spend time with his first love and her daughter.The little girl, Dana, flashed an innocent and carefree smile and sweetly called out to Zach Nash, "Daddy Nash, Dana wants to ride the carousel too!"Zach Nash smiled warmly, adopting a fatherly expression, and took Dana’s hand as they walked towards the amusement park in the distance. Beside them, Yvette Hewitt was also beaming with joy.Since we got married, Zach Nash had rarely smiled like this. Even when he was with our daughter, he always maintained a stern demeanor. He had never been this affectionate with me or our daughter. It seemed that his new love could never surpass his old one, true to form. No matter what I did over the years, no matter how much I loved him, he still couldn’t forget his first love from his youthful days... Even though that woman abandoned him without hesitation for a more affluent life abroad, he never blamed her. Instead, he blamed himself for not being capable enough. He gave all his tenderness, patience, and love to Yvette Hewitt and her daughter. So how could he have any room in his heart for my daughter and me?I floated above, surveying the surroundings. This is the park near our home, the amusement park that’s been here for three or four years, yet Zach Nash has never once brought Clarissa here… So close, yet so far away.At this moment, Dana was being carefully held by Zach Nash as they sat together on the same carousel steed, spinning happily to the music. The happier they looked, the more pain I felt. Who knows what torment my daughter is enduring in the hospital right now? Watching the blissful trio before me, my heart ached as if stabbed by a knife. Leaving my daughter alone in this world, I couldn't tell if this choice was right or wrong.Zach Nash must have forgotten. Our Clarissa loves carousels too, loves Peppa Pig, and she loves being held by her daddy. But she rarely gets what she loves. I drifted slowly to Zach Nash’s side and, with all my strength, screamed into his ear, “Zach Nash, Clarissa is your flesh and blood! Why won’t you share your love with your own child?”“Clarissa suffered a severe car accident! Why are you still here? Why aren’t you at the hospital? Are these two really more important than your own daughter?”“I’m gone already. Can you think about your daughter for once and be good to her?”Despite my desperate cries, Zach Nash showed no reaction. He continued to smile brightly on the carousel. It was only then that I realized something: I was dead, just a wandering soul, and the living cannot see nor hear the dead.A deep sense of powerlessness engulfed me. I began to regret not taking my daughter away with me from this indifferent world. Now that I’m dead, how will my precious daughter Clarissa survive?