The anticipated pain made her clutch the quilt tightly. As usual, her hands wanted to grab something, and her fingers, as thin as a chicken's claws, opened and clenched again.
Suddenly, a warm hand held hers, and she instinctively held on tightly. The more painful it was, the tighter she held on, and the more painful it was, the more reluctant she was to let go.
A tear suddenly rolled out of the corner of her eye, and her long eyelashes moved slightly, but she never opened them.
The door outside opened, and a few staggered footsteps came in, followed by a faint, yet extremely familiar sigh.
"Aren't you going back yet?"
"Well, I won't go back. I want to accompany her for the next few days. The doctor said that's all."
"You are very kind." The man walked over and his voice was getting closer.
"You know very well that it was her mother who deliberately hit your car just to get the insurance. Even if she died, it has nothing to do with you. Sigh...it's all because of poverty."
As he spoke, he glanced at the half-dead woman, "Tell me, isn't this retribution for her? Her own mother didn't want her, and she insisted on working like a slave for others. That family didn't even treat her as a human being."
"She was sick, and everyone took care of her, watched over her, sold everything they had, and even risked their lives to buy insurance. But she didn't want her biological mother, and the family she loved so deeply, not a single one came to see her, let alone pay a penny for her medical expenses. What do you think she wanted?"
"And..." the man shook the thing in his hand. "I've already got the insurance money back. You'd rather risk a life just to get this. Why?"
I don’t know how long it stopped, nor how long it was quiet, but finally a voice came faintly.
"This is her mother..."
After he said all this, he didn't know that under the quilt, there was a clenched hand, and the pain coming from his body, wave after wave. He had lost his reason, his spirit, his faith, and his life.
She also lost her mother...
There was only the preservation report beside her. She pressed her hand on it tightly, never letting go...
An isolated grave and a stone tablet fell desolately in the rain.
A man in black walked over, holding an umbrella. He placed a bouquet of flowers at the foot of the tombstone. He then placed his hand on the black and white photo. Only in the photo could one see the thin, skinny girl. She had once been in her prime, young and beautiful. Now, all that was left was a desolate tombstone.
"Finally, you don't have to suffer anymore, and you don't have to feel any pain anymore. Your mother is by your side. She will protect you and watch over you. In your next life, you will still be mother and daughter, but you must treat her well, okay?"
The wind blew, and some raindrops fell on his face. He turned his head away, but there was nothing in front of him.
There was only the desolation expressed by the sound of the rain between the raindrops, and the harsh and cold name on the tombstone.
Liu Liang.
"Jingjing, that's what your family calls you, right? You must have been very beautiful when you were young."
"Just think that the rain is crying for you, because the only person in the world who cries for you has already passed away before you."
Once a person dies, he cannot be resurrected.
When a person dies, it is like a light going out.
Someone once said, “A person dies three times in his life. The first time, when your heart stops and your breathing fades, you are biologically declared dead. The second time, when you are buried and people attend your funeral in black, remembering your life, you are then socially declared dead. The third time, when the last person in this world who remembers you forgets you, you are truly dead.”
Who can still remember you, who can still miss you, who can remember your name.
Only that soul has faded, become distant, and seems to have disappeared...
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