Xiaoyu's mother kept shaking her head. She couldn't look her son in the eyes of hatred. There was no love, no understanding in those eyes, only hatred, boundless hatred.

She couldn't accept it, she really couldn't accept it.

Jiao Qi, who was standing to the side, wanted to say something, but Mo Yan stopped him. They couldn't interfere in this matter. Sometimes, those involved are confused while bystanders see things clearly. But what others tell you is never as unforgettable as your own experience.

Even if someone tells this mother beforehand, "You can't do this, you can't force your child like this," would she listen?

No, she thinks everything she does is right. She's doing it for her child's good, and her child should be number one.

If not, then it means you're not working hard enough, and your mind isn't on your studies.

There's something wrong with that, anyway, he has to be number one.

"I'm doing this for your own good!" Xiaoyu's mother cried out in anguish, looking at her son. "I'm doing this for your own good!"

"But I can't bear such kindness. Every word you say is a source of pain for me."

You think I should be number one, that I shouldn't have any privacy, that I'm your possession, that I'm not your child, that I'm your creation!

If I don't get first place, it's because I wasn't serious, I was disobedient, or I didn't work hard enough. You wish I could study 24 hours a day.

You want me to be your pride. If anyone says anything bad about me, even just one sentence, you can come back and scold me for hours.

I think you don't love me; you love your son who makes you proud, and you love your pride.

You won't let me do the job I like. You think everyone is my enemy and my opponent. Whenever a classmate comes to visit me, you feel that they are holding me back.

My world consists only of studying, and I am so tired.

I don't want to live like this anymore. I want to escape. I thought if I got sick, you would let me go, but you didn't.

Xiaoyu looked at her with pain in his eyes. He loved this mother, he really loved her very much, but what his mother brought him was suffocation and pain.

He saw no hope, no future; he was suffocating, with nowhere to escape.

The doctor told him to rest, but his mother thought he was faking it.

“You think I’m faking it, you think the hospital’s data is fake, you think I just don’t want to go to school. Do you know that every day of my life is painful, every minute and every second is painful?”

He felt no warmth, received no sunshine, and had no vision of the future.

"The moment I jumped, I felt liberated."

You always say that without studying, there's no future, but I feel pretty good about how things are now. I've made a good living through my own efforts. Although the circumstances aren't great, I'm free; my soul is free. I even wonder why I didn't jump sooner.

Xiaoyu's mother never imagined that her son would hate her so much; he even said that death would be a relief.

The next second, he was gone.

"Did you know that the underworld doesn't actually welcome suicidal souls? If you give up on yourself, how can you expect a peaceful end? If everyone thought of using suicide to achieve salvation, the world would be in chaos."

He's come this far through so much pain you can't imagine, yet he says it's been sweet.

This shows just how much that child...

With a wave of her hand, Mo Yan said that they were already outside the room, and the sign on the door said to come back tomorrow.

Two people a day, that's her rule.