"No, it's not like that, it's not like that." Zhong repeated these words, wanting to drive away Gu Xin beside her, and also wanting to drive away the fragmented Qiangzi she saw.
However, she couldn't do it at all; her hands and feet were tied.
Her head was throbbing, yet she was perfectly lucid.
She wanted to just faint and stop facing all of this, but for some reason, even in such extreme fear, she couldn't faint.
Gu Xin's words still echoed in her ears. She was hallucinating, seeing the fragmented Qiangzi gradually coming back together, becoming the tall, big son she had raised herself.
As she recalled the past, she couldn't help but shed tears.
When she brought the baby back, it was truly heartbreaking. He was such a tiny little bundle of joy, and she had no milk to feed him. Hearing him cry so loudly, she felt so sorry for him and wished that she was the one who went hungry, not that little one.
She was willing to spend a lot of money to buy cow's milk and goat's milk to feed this little one.
When her child grew up and could walk, she felt that it was all worthwhile.
During those years, the three of them lived a really good life. Even if their lives became a little more difficult so that their child could go to school, she was willing to do so.
She worked day and night on embroidery, never considering that she might go blind; she only wanted her child to be successful.
The happiest moment for her is when her child calls her "Mom".
Her cousin died in an accident. The child was only seven years old at the time. He was thin and small, and he hugged her, saying, "Mom, don't be afraid. Dad is gone, but I'm still here. I will love you even more from now on, and I'll take Dad's love with me too."
Zhong's tears increased.
What was the purpose of raising such a good son?
Why did she have this thought at the time that she would do anything if the child were gone?
Even tigers don't eat their cubs. Although he wasn't her biological son, she raised him as if he were her own!
Why did she have that thought back then?
Is it really because the child is not going to school?
What exactly is the purpose?
Gu Xin watched Zhong Shi weep bitterly, feeling no sympathy whatsoever.
She continued coldly, "Mrs. Zhong, Qiangzi is asking you! Is it really true that he's inferior to that other man? Why did you want to kill him? Just tell him you're not his biological mother, wouldn't that be enough? Why did you cruelly murder him? Tell me! Qiangzi is asking you!"
"No, no, no!" Zhong shouted. "That's not how it is. Qiangzi is the son I raised. He's more important than anyone else. More important than anyone else."
Gu Xin raised an eyebrow and asked again, "Since you were more important than anyone else, why did you so heartlessly step forward to help that wild man?"
"I don't know, I don't know." Madam Zhong shook her head. "I don't know. Qiangzi, I really don't know. I don't know why I thought that way back then. I'm sorry, Qiangzi, I'm sorry, Qiangzi. It's all my fault! It's all my fault!"
"Is 'sorry' enough?" Gu Xin scoffed. "If killing someone could be forgiven with just an apology, then wouldn't there be no wandering ghosts or wrongful convictions in this world?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Qiangzi, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Qiangzi, I'll come down and drink with you and your father. I'm so sorry!" As she spoke, Zhong Shi lowered her head to the ground, as if to bang her head against it.
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