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Chapter 1

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The anticipated pain made her involuntarily tighten her grip on the blanket. Out of habit, whenever she wanted to grab something with her hand, her fingers, which were as thin as a chicken's paw, involuntarily opened and clenched.

Suddenly, a warm hand grabbed her hand. She instinctively tightened her grip. The more painful it was, the tighter it became. The more painful it was, the more reluctant she was to let go.

A tear rolled out of the corner of her eye. Her long eyelashes fluttered, but she never opened her eyes.

The door outside opened, and a few scattered footsteps came in. Then, there was a faint but extremely habitual sigh.

"Aren't you going back?"

"Yeah, I'm not going back. I want to accompany her for the next few days. The doctor said it's these few days."

"You're kind." The man walked over. His voice was getting closer.

"You know that it was her mother who deliberately hit your car to get the insurance. Even if she dies, it has nothing to do with you. Sigh … It's all because of poverty."

As he spoke, he glanced at the half-dead woman in the picture. "Don't you think this is her retribution? She didn't want her own mother and insisted on being someone else's slave. That family has never treated her as a human being."

"When she was sick, they served her, watched over her, sold everything they had, and even risked their lives for the insurance. She didn't want her own mother, but the family she was so devoted to didn't even come to see her. They didn't even pay a single cent for her medical bills. What do you think she's after?"

"And …" The man waved the document in his hand. "I've already taken back the insurance. You're willing to take a life just to get this. Why?"

After an unknown period of time and silence, a faint voice finally rang out.

"This is her mother …"

After he said this, he didn't know that under the blanket, the clenched hand and the pain that came from her body came wave after wave. She had lost her mind, her spirit, her faith, and her life.

She also lost her mother …

She pressed her hand on the freshness preservation report that was placed beside her. She held it tightly and didn't loosen her grip on it …

A solitary grave, a stone tablet, fell in the rain, desolate and bleak.

A man in black walked over with an umbrella and placed a bouquet of flowers under the tombstone. Then, she placed her hand on the black and white photo. Only in the photo could she see that she was so skinny that she was only skin and bones. She used to be in the prime of her life, and she used to be young and beautiful. Now, all that was left was a bleak tombstone.

"Finally, you don't have to suffer anymore. You don't have to feel pain anymore. Your mother is by your side. She will protect you and protect you. In your next life, you will still be mother and daughter. But you must treat her well, okay?"

The wind blew, and a few drops of rain fell on his face. He turned his face, but there was nothing in front of him.

There was only the desolation in the drizzle, as well as the stiff and cold name on the tombstone.

Liu Liang.

"Liangliang. That's what your family called you, right? You must have been very beautiful when you were young."

"You cried for you in the rain, because the only person in the world who cried for you has already left before you."

A dead person can't come back to life.

A dead person is like an extinguished lamp.

Someone said, "A person has to die three times in his life. The first time, when your heart stops beating and your breath fades away, you are declared biologically dead. The second time, when you are buried, people attend your funeral in black and remember your life. Then, you are declared socially dead. The third time, when the last person in the world who remembers you has forgotten you, you are truly dead.

Who can remember you? Who can remember you? Who can remember your name?

Only your soul is faint, far away, and seems to have disappeared …

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