"Ms. Song, this pink Cullinan with license plate Beijing A·K1681 is yours. The surveillance footage from Jiangbei Road shows that your mother, Song Hua, ran a red light and is primarily at fault."

Song Hua had not yet left the emergency room. Under the mediation of multiple parties, the other party was willing to accept a settlement, mainly for medical expenses and compensation for mental damage, and would not use insurance and would settle the matter privately.

Song Xijiao didn't cry. Pei Zhiting calmly asked his assistant to contact a lawyer to collect evidence about the vehicle's origin. After taking the statement, the doctor came out.

"The patient is out of danger but still needs to stay in hospital for observation."

"OK, thanks."

Song Xijiao returned to the ward. Song Hua had already woken up and was a little agitated. Chen Yao and Chen Yun were sitting next to him.

"Mom, take good care of yourself and pretend you know nothing. I will get the justice you want.

You don’t have to worry about it.”

"No, I have to take care of it."

Song Hua struggled to sit up. She wanted an explanation. She had been married to Zhao Hairong for ten years. It was obviously he who had wronged her, so why did he ask her to swallow her anger in the end?

"Mom, be obedient."

"Then let me ask you, how was this matter finally resolved?"

Song Xijiao was almost out of control due to the mental stress of the past few days. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled to suppress the chaos in her heart.

She didn't reply, and Song Hua became even more agitated. "Don't worry about it. I must get an explanation."

"You're asking for shit."

Song Xijiao cursed, shocking Song Hua. The ward was dead silent.

She was in pajamas, her face was as pale as death, her hair was a mess, and she was barefoot. She walked towards the door, stopped at the door and said coldly.

"I've never made such a big mess for you to clean up in my life, and you shouldn't cause me any trouble. You hit three people today..."

"I want to compensate them for surgery, emotional distress, vehicle repairs, and transportation costs... a total of 15 million."

"so much?"

"Yeah, Mom, why are you so careless."

Song Hua was frightened, his lips trembling. After a while, he recovered and said, "Then...what about me?"

"You, take good care of yourself. Go to school when you should, and stay home when you shouldn't."

Song Hua became emotional again, "Song Xijiao, do you still have a heart? Didn't you say when you were little that you loved your mother the most?"

"Does what we said when we were little still count?" Song Xijiao kicked open the door of the ward and strode away.

She now wants to jump off the overpass and end it all.

But suddenly a hand grabbed her. She turned around and saw it was Pei Zhiting. Song Xijiao was pulled back to the ward by Pei Zhiting.

"The doctor said she's very emotional and needs to rest."

"Pei Zhiting, I also need to rest, but am I qualified?"

"Have you ever experienced despair? Have you ever felt despair?"

"You can't even feel my pain, so what right do you have to stand on the moral high ground and accuse me?"

I still remember one winter night when I was seventeen. It was already nine o'clock when Song Xijiao finished her evening study and it was drizzling.

She was soaking wet, her feet, covered in leather boots, turning purple from the cold. As she walked out of the school gate, she saw a familiar khaki green Toyota parked on the side of the road. She tentatively called out, "Mom?"

Song Hua folded his arms across his chest and stamped his feet in fear, "Come in!"

Song Xijiao was sitting in the passenger seat and saw Song Hua's flushed face. She looked down and found that Song Hua's legs were covered with a blanket. The pattern on the blanket was the one Chen Yao liked. She suddenly realized that Song Hua had another child, her younger brother.

Song Xijiao broke free from his hand and fled from the ward.

All her emotions, rationality, and restraint were vulnerable in the face of her mother's marriage, public opinion, family affection, morality, and law.

She was about to lock the door when Pei Zhiting put his arm through it.

He comforted her gently and patted her back randomly, soothing her anxiety and pain bit by bit.

Song Xijiao wanted to escape, but he pulled her back.

"Jiaojiao, don't be afraid."

"Pei Zhiting, I hate getting married, and I hate remarrying even more. Their previous children will feel insecure no matter who they follow. They will have to be cautious, curled up in a corner, and plead pitifully for their parents to love them more, but... it's impossible."

"Song Xijiao, you have to be a child here with me."

His Jiaojiao just wants to be a child.

The first warmth of the rising sun shone on Song Xijiao's face. She looked out the window. The car was eerily quiet.

"Jiaojiao?"

"Um."

"You can cry if you want."

"oh."

Song Xijiao sobbed softly, and the tears hidden behind her back burst out uncontrollably. She suppressed and endured it for a very long time before she finally recovered a little.

Last night she cried until two in the morning and fell asleep after five minutes of crying.

He instructed Pei Yu to go to the hospital every day to visit Song Hua and understand her condition until she was discharged.

Alas, after crying, I still have to go to work.

Pei Zhiting sent Song Xijiao to the company gate and spent a long while in the car flirting with her. When it was almost time to go to work, Song Xijiao got out of the car. He held her close, kissed her on the ear, and whispered, "Be good, I'll pick you up in the evening."

Only after seeing her walk into the company did he make a call, talking as he drove.

"Found it." The man on the other end said in a low, hoarse voice.

"Well, if we delay, things will get worse. Her mental state is very bad, and if she is stimulated again, she will really collapse."

"I know."

The alarm desk provides 24-hour service, and naturally has a shift system. The night shift is from 5 p.m. to 8 a.m., and there are no breaks on weekends and holidays. Each person receives about 200 calls a day. Depending on the content of the alarm, notes are made and the calls are assigned to police stations in different jurisdictions.

"Hello, this is the 110 emergency number. Please speak."

"Hello, I'm Hu Dacheng. I want to surrender myself and report."

"Hu Dacheng?"

"Yes, I am Hu Dacheng. Twenty-three years ago, someone bribed me..."

"Detailed address?"

“The intersection of Xingfu Street and Minzhu Road.”

"Okay, I'll pass it on to the relevant comrades. Do you have any other requests?"

"there is none left."

When Chen Ranyu is silent, he is a gloomy music prince. When he speaks, he is sharp-tongued and extremely vicious.

"Mom, I only have one mom. You, huh, it's so easy to recognize a mom. Just go through the formalities. What kind of mom are you?"

"My mother is strong, kind, beautiful, gentle, loving, filial, ambitious, responsible, compassionate, and has a sense of justice. Who do you think you are?"

"Who do you think you are?"

"My mom is fine."

“My mom is the best in the world.”

Shen Ranyu said it over and over again, his voice full of attachment, nostalgia, satisfaction and pride, like a child getting candy, or like receiving the long-awaited recognition, soft, distant and continuous.

"Who do you think you are?"

"Do you think my dad really likes you? He's just mentally ill. He doesn't cherish people when they are alive, and after they die, he looks for a replacement all over the world."