Thinking of the perverted torture her mother had suffered, she cried until her voice was almost hoarse.
She burst into tears, and her little hands tightly grasped Song Ling's big hands, as if she was holding the only support.
"Brother Ling, do you know? I really hurt my mother. If I hadn't run away and left her there alone, she wouldn't be so desperate.
She's gone. She was so gentle. Why would she choose suicide if she had no other options?"
She felt guilty and started to slap herself, and then both of her hands were grabbed by Song Ling.
Gradually, she couldn't cry anymore.
"It's all my fault, I feel really bad for my mum and when I saw the news this morning I was going crazy.
At that moment, I felt that my world was dark.
My warmest mother is gone. I still have the text messages she sent me. Brother Ling, look at the last text message my mother sent me..."
With trembling fingers, she took out her cell phone from the pocket of her hospital gown.
The screen is broken, but still usable.
She tried to enter the password several times but failed.
Finally, Song Ling brought her over and asked her, "What's the password?"
Yatong's voice trembled, "1215"
When Song Ling heard these four numbers, the pupils under his eyes contracted slightly.
He is no stranger to these four numbers.
That was the day he first met her.
It was snowing that day.
After entering the password, I finally saw the WeChat message sent by Yatong’s mother.
Yatong’s mother uses her own avatar on WeChat.
She had a gentle smile on her face, which made people feel sad.
Yatong became emotional, "Woo woo, mom, my mom..."
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