Xia Lian shut herself in her room, almost frantically absorbing the last remaining scent of her mother, like a madwoman who had lost everything, living like a rat in the room.

In the end, perhaps because he hadn't been in contact with people for too long, even his speech became somewhat sluggish.

All I could think about was that day.

If we hadn't told anyone, would Mom's illness have stayed in the same place and she wouldn't have died?

Did I do something wrong?

I caused trouble for my mother, so this is my punishment?

But why was it my mother who died, and not me?

Xia Lian felt a sharp pain in her head and curled up like a shrimp on the bed. She felt a spasm in her stomach and waves of nausea rising from her throat.

The next second, she got up and ran to the toilet, vomiting as she opened her mouth, her stomach burning with pain.

The toilet was small, and the vomit even splashed onto her feet. After vomiting, Xia Lian clutched her stomach and forced herself to stand up.

In my dizziness, I seemed to see another figure in this not-so-large space.

"Who are you……?"

She asked the question, but no one responded.

And the more I look at it, the more familiar it seems.

Suddenly it dawned on me: the person inside was the one who killed my mother.

Xia Lian, panting heavily, used all her strength to throw a punch at the figure in front of her.

Splash splash splash...

Blood gushed from his fist.

The figure in front of me shattered into pieces, and upon closer inspection, the figure seemed both familiar and strange.

As Xia Lian approached step by step, she gradually saw who was in front of her.

The mirror shattered into several pieces, reflecting Xia Lian's face on the ground.

The person inside is the one who killed my mother.

Xia Lian was stunned as she stared at the mirror that was shattered into several pieces.

I killed my mother.