Chapter 1 (1/2)

The predicted pain also made her grasp the quilt on her body. She was used to what her hands wanted to grasp. It was as thin as a chicken and her fingers. She couldn't help opening and gripping.

Suddenly, a warm hand held her hand. She instinctively grasped it. The more painful it was, the tighter it was. The more painful it was, the more reluctant it was to put it down.

Her eyes suddenly rolled out a drop of tears. Her long eyelashes moved secretly, but she never opened them.

The door outside opened, a few scattered steps came, and then there was a faint, but very habitual sigh.

”Won't you go back?”

”Well, I don't want to go back. I want to accompany her through these days. The doctor said, it's these days.”

”You are kind.” the man came over, and his voice was approaching.

”You know, her mother deliberately hit your car just to get the insurance. It has nothing to do with you to die. Alas... It's all caused by poverty.”

He said, and then glanced at the half dead woman in the disease, ”you said, is this retribution for her? Her own mother doesn't want to be a cow or a horse for others. The family hasn't seen her as a person.”

”She was ill, served her, guarded her, sold iron, and even took her life for insurance, but she didn't want her own mother, but none of her family came to see her, and didn't pay a penny for her medical expenses. What do you think she wanted?”

”And...” the man shook his hand. ”I've got the insurance premium back. You'd rather carry a human life than get this. Why?”

I don't know how long I stopped or how long I was quiet. Finally, there was a quiet voice.

”This is her mother...”

When he finished these, he didn't know that under the quilt, the clenched hand and the pain from his body, wave after wave, without reason, spirit, faith and life.

She also lost her mother