I thought that the first work was related to the reward list, recommendation testimonials or testimonials on the shelves, but I didn't expect it to be the news of my mother's death.

At this moment, I realized how heart-wrenching the pain was, and how regretful it was to have a son who wanted to raise but did not treat him.

In the half month since my mother was hospitalized, I have been by her side witnessing the pain she endured, and I can't wait to replace her.

I can't rest assured of her, and what she misses most in her heart is also me, every time I think of this, my heart is like a knife, and tears are like rain.

The book will continue after I finish my mother's funeral.

Maybe it won't be a big deal, but when I think about the chapters that I have coded next to her, and the contracts I signed under her gaze, I always feel that she will still be there for me when I continue.

If you have readers and friends who see this messy text, I hope you must spend more time with your family, take them for physical check-ups on time, and pay attention to their physical and mental health.

Parents will always be the ones who love you the most.

Everything has a way of doing things, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such.

May my dearest mother just had a dream and wake up to continue with new beginnings.

The rest of life is renewed

Weeping blood on the evening of November 1